Family
A vow to never break
Promises like "I will." Sure, this is real and true. I say you are not alone, But for everyone here, still. So,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsGhosts.
There are ghosts living in this house. Yes, they certainly live. They are just as alive as you and me. And I'm not talking about those who have passed on.
A Parent's Silent Wish
In the quiet of the night, I lie awake, A parent's heart, so much at stake. Will our only son, so dear and bright, Love us forever, through life's long night?
Mia Dwi ArifiyantiPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsLittle Princess
When I first found out that you were coming, a sea of emotions surged inside me. Felt as happy as never before. But at the same time I was also feeling a strange fear;
shobhana kadamPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsBLOODLINE
In the chamber of my chest, where love resides, Beats a symphony of passion, where it hides. Each throb, a whisper, a tale to be told,
David OkosunPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsDad or Donor
I ran into a status where you spoke to the world on how awesome it is to be a father ... and how you don't have to be perfect but just keep showing up... but where were you for me did this precious sentiment only extended to the children you hand selected as worthy ...
ITS YOUR DESTINYPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsLeón
I got the most Beautiful Purple Guitar. She sits in my living room collecting Dust . I say I'll practice. I'll go on YouTube or Take a Lesson.
ITS YOUR DESTINYPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsLake Vättern
On my way up to the Swiss alps i took a detour off the beaten path to find myself, and be one with who made me a naive sweetness in me, i've never been one to see the evil first
Valentine VampirePublished a day ago in PoetsTrauma sparkle
a politic is a bag o’ tricks, Taxes are the best bag of all You win some you lose big I am The Queen of tired Fucking exhausted like a waterlogged rock
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished a day ago in PoetsImagination
Tiny hands wrapped around a plastic figurine. No chance at letting go, prehistoric love, like he knew this comfort before.
Hillary TuttonPublished a day ago in PoetsMa(i)ze
My kin and I are cornrowed together, maps braided into aching scalps like sweet freedom passed from shaky, determined hands urging
R.C. TaylorPublished a day ago in PoetsA Mother's Love, a Child's Wings
From a small bud, you held me in your womb, A story of love blooms and is spelled out. Your arms were like a nest so hot and wide
Goal of SpiritPublished 2 days ago in Poets