Family
S.T.E.P.D.A.D.
When the father is absent within a home, it leaves the mom to assume the throne. But a mom does not have a man’s anatomy, a man’s mindset, nor a man’s testosterone.
K. WisendangerPublished a day ago in PoetsMy Little Girls
The backyard filled with laughter and talking, With ribbons bow tied in their black tightly curled hair, Their laughter sings, a melody that warm my heart,
Alecia HarriottPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Love: The Boomerang's Promise
Across the horizon, where hopes may stray, In the realm of dreams, where hearts hold sway, There flies a boomerang, in elegant play,
Aurora PenumbraPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
Pencil and Paper: A Paternal Love
In the quiet dawn of morning light, A pencil dances, sleek and bright, Upon the paper, pure and white, A story of paternal might.
Aurora PenumbraPublished 2 days ago in Poets Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLove and Fight of a Man
Certainly! Here is your text converted into a poem with proper grammar: --- There is a man who has been fighting all his life,
Farhat NaseemPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSight Unseen
Once in the little, quiet town of Willowbrook, settled between moving slopes and murmuring backwoods, she carried on with a young lady named Eliza. Eliza was known for her comforting grin and good nature; she was consistently prepared to help anybody out of luck. Despite her euphoria about helping other people, she conveyed calm trouble, a yearning for an affection she had never known yet frequently longed for.
Rony SutradarPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Great Weight-Loss Fiasco
I started on Monday, and my mission was so clear. To shed all the pounds I'd gained through the year. With carrots and lettuce, I filled up my plate.
Hashan chamaraPublished 2 days ago in PoetsAmerican Songsmith Christian Parker: Weaving Tales of Hope and Humanity Through Music
Christian Parker, a seasoned American recording artist and guitarist, hails from Canton, a small town nestled near the Canadian border in upstate New York. For over 35 years, his music has resonated with listeners, drawing them in with a captivating blend of melody and rhythm. Parker's songwriting explores a tapestry of emotions - loss, love, and the complexities of life's journey. His lyrics delve into the human condition, painting vivid pictures of trials, triumphs, and the delicate dance of relationships.
Those Eyes That Don't Smile
I see you Smiling away Trying to make everyone around the table happy Constantly cracking jokes Being sarcastic Trying very hard to be witty
Manisha DhalaniPublished 2 days ago in Poets