Family

Good And Faithful Shepherd
I met you when my heart was torn. Before my veil, before my vows— his quiet strength and voice so calm. He saw the storm behind my smile
By Val Carlos5 months ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
End The Night
The entire backdrop is florescent it is effervescent, it is dazzling. It borders between homes and Surrealism talking to Dada. ¿"Que es
By Jose Antonio Soto5 months ago in Poets
Children
Children; They dance and sing their songs, Throwing their hands in the air, Laughing as they dare, But, Dear Adult; They are vulnerable,
By Carol Ann Townend5 months ago in Poets
Record Scratch. Top Story - August 2025.
When I was young, all I remembered was the crush Your brothers and sisters Half whole and step A mosh pit of punks every Easter and Christmas
By Sean A.5 months ago in Poets
A Christmas Wish 18 weeks away
A Christmas Wish Eighteen weeks until the bells will ring one hundred and twenty six days to sing the glow of Christmas softly near
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Crimson Streaks. Winner in This Is How I Remember It Challenge. Top Story - August 2025. Content Warning.
His wailing became chiffon around his widening eyes and outmatched the volume from the television set. Crimson streaks flowed down from his index finger, the
By Jose Antonio Soto5 months ago in Poets
The Snow Storm
I told you I hated you, and I would be lying, if I said I was lying, because the snow and the stars see the secrets we keep,
By Lizzy Rose5 months ago in Poets
She Sits With His Ghost
She Sits With His Ghost she sits with his ghost in the quiet room the chair still warm where he once sat her hands cradle nothing yet everything
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
When Whispers the Wind
When whispered the wind Upon that summer breeze I heard his voice Cry out to me. The news we heard Of his demise
By JBaz5 months ago in Poets
Trust
“Being both soft and strong is a combination very few have mastered.” Not many know how to cultivate these qualities
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff5 months ago in Poets