Family

A Domestic Regret. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Content Warning.
Not once did he ever admit to my abuse He, the "stand-up" family man Insecurity, history, equals not an excuse ~ My deepest regret: I didn't cut him loose
By Marilyn Glover3 months ago in Poets
The Virus I Carry. Runner-Up in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
Discontent infects, a virulent flu No seeming cure for this evolving strain In your soul, my resentment breeds anew - Pure nonsense knocks my composure askew
By Sean A.3 months ago in Poets
A Future-Proof Technological Device Merely Brings Back Memories
We used to write books and poems to remember memories. Nowadays, we use technology to turn memories into holograms. People undoubtedly desire to reminisce about their past as they age.
By TheNaeth3 months ago in Poets
ever there, but never taken
timeless and reaching a look in the mirror with vision for the future led to the heart of it radioactive with passion advantage of local's insight
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
HOPE
“Always have eyes that see the best, a heart that forgives the worst, a mind that forgets the bad, and a soul that never loses hope.”
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Practice It
“Do the right thing, even when no one is looking. It’s called integrity.” Qualities which go with “Integrity” are honesty,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
"They" Are There
“Count your blessings, not your struggles. More is on the way.” We live in such a busy world, and we ourselves are always so busy,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Never Make 'That' Excuse
“Be stronger than your excuses.” “Choice” gives us power. We can choose to do something or choose not to. This is not a reason
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
Get Up
“Your life does not get better by chance, it gets better by change.” Nothing happens when we sit back and do nothing.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff3 months ago in Poets
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏
I wonder what it's like to be this cute- and then not even know it. I wonder what's like to be a kitten and be so hungry that you cry out at the sound of people nearby, terrified but hoping to get something to eat. What it's like to hide in the bushes and smell the food from the Wendy's drive through less than 100 ft away.
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Coming Home
The tunnel stretches beyond me Miles and miles I walk Trying to escape the dark A single light to guide my way Getting lost beyond
By Gunnar Anderson3 months ago in Poets
when you're a lantern
I gaze out across the landscape Of the park that I overlook In sight: the rolling meadow, the intersection of a path, the lake
By Jaimie3 months ago in Poets