Family
The warmth of the early sun beams
Your presence is like the warmth of the early sun beams, I feel heated. In our home, Everything revolves around you. Every day is amazing.
Gloria PenelopePublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Small Triceratops
Once a small triceratops Was gently tending to his crops He’d leeks and grains And green plantains And basil growing tall.
M. A. MehanPublished 3 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Heartthorne
Mother, can you forgive me Can I wipe away your tears? Father, do you hate me Am I the product of your fears? Thus questions asked
Nayda BarlupPublished 3 days ago in Poets Twin Troughs Suez and Panama Canals
Twin Box: Suez and Panama Channels The sun cast a brilliant tint over the immense territory of water as it rose, welcoming the two fantastic accomplishments of human design: the Suez Channel and the Panama Trench. However isolated by huge numbers of miles and various scenes, these two waterways shared a typical bond, for they were the help of worldwide exchange, twin boxes interfacing far off seas.
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMemories at the kitchen table
The sun sometimes reminds me of the meals my mom used to make when I got back from school It made everything look warm and bright
Worker Daddy
Her tiny palm Looks even tinier when in mine So delicate and fragile Like antique lace And porcelain tea cups Every move makes me think
Love
Me loving You does Nothing for my mental health.
Jordan Alexis MossPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWATERMELON the fruit $ friend of the DAMNED
One may look at what has happened to Palestine and its people and dread on their behalf having a heart filled with pity. If only pity could raise the dead. I myself have found a continued disconnect from the brutality and horror so many of us have been forced to witness. A continuing distance can be felt when I come across a post of a child or mother mourning their dead, I almost feel numb to a pain most of us would not be capable of surviving.
Shelter Rescues
Shelter Rescues Meandering, panting, with eyes aglow, Each happier each day it often shows. It’s the four-footed beasts upon my floor,
Dan R FowlerPublished 4 days ago in PoetsShe resists
A mom casts her goals into the ocean; we, the words sent bobbing in the direction of the sun, the eggs of stone,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe leathery lord
The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains, With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains. He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
mahmoud elsaadPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Ship with a Hunch
The sands whisper tales of the Ship of the Desert, A beast with a hump, where the sun's fire is kept. He carries the nomad, a guide and a friend,
mahmoud elsaadPublished 5 days ago in Poets