Family

VI. Becoming
Resurrection is patient— and merciful. We found each other again not as saviors, but as survivors who chose healing as daily bread.
By SUEDE the poet2 months ago in Poets
ONE FRAME AT A TIME
Frame 1: The First Light A hush before the morning speaks, Soft breath of dawn between the peaks. A trembling world of silver hue,
By charles chaiko2 months ago in Poets
The northern wind comes
A swift swirl of crispy air Towards a setting milky sun Levitates earthly crimson hearts and golden smiles My abuela’s love was vibrant, intense
By Su-Chan Sang2 months ago in Poets
Christmas Magic
✨ Christmas Magic ✨ Snowflakes dance in winter’s glow, Lights are twinkling, soft and slow. Hearts are warm, though nights are cold, Stories of love and joy retold.
By Anu Official2 months ago in Poets
Man in The Moon. Content Warning.
Your heart, the moon Far away and cold. Eclipsed by pain From wounds deep and old I can never live inside. Shrouded in hurt,
By Lost Child2 months ago in Poets
When the Flame Bows
I have carried this fire within me for longer than I can remember. It has warmed strangers on cold nights, lit pathways for those who were lost,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Cycle (Poetry)
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast2 months ago in Poets
Ruby Tuesday’s
Tuesday morning as a pre teen always packed a punch. My mother Ruby made it better when she made me my lunch. Bagged up before I headed out the door for school.
By Joe Patterson3 months ago in Poets
1 Year Later - I've Made It, No You Have - No I Have , No You, Truly You
Okay, you know what " I" am going to say right, that without, you, it couldn't have been possible! Without the things you have done, life isn't the way it was, and I will just have to say - trust and believe.
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
V. Brittle Pulpits
Trauma echoes longer than sermons. I held my childhood up to the light and watched it bleed truth and hurt in equal measure.
By SUEDE the poet3 months ago in Poets
forget me
There’s a crack in the window At my grandmothers house- Just over the sink, where you can see the Edge of the wild field. I’m staring eye
By Trinity H3 months ago in Poets
Loud Love
My Tía used to tell me I had her whole heart. But then I overheard her say the same thing to my baby cousin and I whined to her “but I thought I had your whole heart!” She kissed me and pretended to eat my squishy cheek when she said “It’s still true! I grow a new one for each one of you.”
By Ariana GonBon3 months ago in Poets