Family

On a Dime
Sitting next to you so dependent on your love Absorbing the most minute nuances of your being From birth, to the drive-in for a Slim Jim, from your courtesies
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
AL. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
you died today, and i lied about being able to stay clean, about an interest in meetings when you won’t be there, about my desire to felo de se,
By kp2 years ago in Poets
A Longing Of Love | Part 1. Content Warning.
Within daylight, I play my role, The facade of “normal”, but with a heart contains a hole Laughter, dinners, lunch and smiles of family galore,
By Forever Midnight2 years ago in Poets
Life after Mom's Death!
I am a slave in my own mother's household. His mistress mistreats me. She beats me almost daily. She is only his mistress.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Poor Man’s Snack. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge.
My mom always called it the poor man’s snack– Buttered toast with cinnamon sugar Simple to most, but a luxury the poor man knows
By Summer Robinson2 years ago in Poets
The little rabbit and the fox
In the meadow bright and green, A little rabbit and a fox were seen. The rabbit hopped with joy and glee, While the sly fox watched silently.
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
Penny Candy Paradise
hinged at the neck with a treat for a tongue Goodness in a speck to be had, one by one cheery characters to offer a treat
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Snapping Beans. Top Story - March 2024.
I mostly pretend to like the chore at hand, But I can't pretend that the juices aren't irritating the hangnail on my thumb.
By Ashley Lima2 years ago in Poets
Suicide Note
A suicide note printed with the ninth volume of Rabindrancharanavali, Write to son. Writing, blade in hand Master entered the bathroom
By Bijan Mondal2 years ago in Poets
Rise and Fall of the Potomac River
The Potomac River, The tide rises, And it falls, I wonder what is the cause, All throughout the basin, Secure the levee,
By April Denise Stuart2 years ago in Poets
Freckled Fences
Marching in circles, residues of you shape how memories are so misconstrued, like tossing jacks in the yellow, spring sun, dropping freckles one by one; spying a time through ole metal fencing when love like yours was so convincing. Irresistible reminders of long ago days when I was so special, not just a phase.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets