A newborn, you Zero pieces One piece, mom Two pieces, dad Twelve years old School, friends, family, siblings Twenty-four pieces
By Liliana Krpan3 months ago in Poets
To be together with my parents was always a pleasure— a new hunt for obstacles, for laughter, for love. We gathered moments
By Dagmar Goeschick3 months ago in Poets
The mountain bike hangs in the garage, rusting and withering away. Sometimes I take down. Most often I put it back up, barely testing its pedals or
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Poets
I'm sure none of you are shocked to learn that I love to reminisce. Family stories and memories are topics I just can't stay away from. This is just me, poking a little fun at myself. I hope you enjoy and even relate to it.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
I watch her grow and hope the past will not repeat. She carries my fire, bright and impossible to tame. I promise her a love that will never know retreat.
By Autumn Stew3 months ago in Poets
The night you left us My world went dark My life as I knew it was over, gone A void was left, that can never be filled
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash3 months ago in Poets
We share one blood. We share one mind. We share one soul. We share one spirit. The backbone. The bones that keep us together and make us whole.
By Teguan Harris3 months ago in Poets
I think of our family as being a box of 4 eggs – so fragile in that small box. It feels like, there should have been more of us,
By Tanja Vasev3 months ago in Poets
One day you will look up at me The next day you will down at me Don’t ask me I dare not to question God I was your age once
By Sender Jeannestal 3 months ago in Poets
This isn’t written, it’s acidicly coerced, Felt the fame of mine rebuked, rally for a false heaven—how’d they word it, a curse.
By Willem Indigo3 months ago in Poets
There are apples everywhere, Here and there, Some are hanging up above, Others are lying near my feet, I will pick them all.
By Rebecca Patton3 months ago in Poets
Every morning and night my cat stares at the moon. I walk into it as my day begins and she stares wanting me to come back soon.
By Joe Patterson3 months ago in Poets
