Family

To Return my honor
let's feel to that moan of mine who snatched away The heat of my life . Heat :- respect - respect
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
On Being a Man. Top Story - March 2024.
“You’re a pretty big wheel, ain’t you?” my grandfather asks. Words tossed my way from a green armchair in the dark corner of the front room
By F Cade Swanson2 years ago in Poets
Mom's Corned Beef Fritters
Have you ever tried a corned beef fritter? I know it’s quite a very strange request. If you’ve never had a corned beef fritter.
By D-Donohoe2 years ago in Poets
I Am A Child of the Wind, Part 5
Midwest summers under a hot sun, rolling in the grass, dandelions held under chins to see who liked butter (a reflection proved it).
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Toast bread and water
Toast bread and water? That's prisoner food Oh but toast bread and water tastes so mighty good right after class when the school bell would ring
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
It Lingers II
Standing amongst the carnage in pure gloom A sly smile hearing the family’s silent screams within the room His whispers continue to linger, almost a poison in her mind
By Forever Midnight2 years ago in Poets
Grilled Cheese and Chocolate Milk
Dust particles float through the air while the pan hisses, a chattering bird chirps its approval from the other side of the windowscreen
By Alexa2 years ago in Poets
Pickled Herring with My Dad. Runner-Up in Snacktime Sonata Challenge. Top Story - March 2024.
When I was three, my dad sat on the edge of my bed many nights after placing a plate of our favorite snack by my ballerina music box, and then delved into Treasure Island or Nancy Drew.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler2 years ago in Poets
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For Poppy's prompt "Write a poem about a specific day and make the title a date," in the FB group Vocal * Voices in Minor. *
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The sweetness of days with you
A gentle voice, a whisper at dawn's rise, A pleasant longing, a remembered guise, A warm voice bearing a name so kind, A dear girl, with lips that soothe my mind.
By Cosmin Andrei2 years ago in Poets
A reminder for the rest of the year
I hope you have experienced moments that bewildered the light in you, I hope in the moments of darkness, you have held onto the hand of sanguinity. In the moments where you wanted to cry, I hope you have sobbed your heart out over whatever makes you sad, in the atrocities of time and the beauty of life, I hope you had your moments of celebrating the beauty of you and the growth you have embraced. To have moments of doubt and regret for not being able to achieve what you desired to achieve, mourn over who you were, and embrace the joy of who you are and the light that you are about to step into.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Resilience
The Silent Resilience I often talk about the resilience and strength that lies within us to be the best version of ourselves everyday. The growth that envisions the dreams we embody, and the manifestations we yearn for to come true. All of them are reflections of how the world within us forges itself, whether we are at peace with ourselves or our existence belies in the chaos of being alive.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets