Family
In Your Absence
At least, Before I Can see you again, I Do not Expect our Fire to maintain its light. I Go into the High peaks for warmth, peer my face
Sone KramerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsAlways with you
Always watching and accompanying you Being by your side Carressing your cheeks with my gentle touch Delving into dangers unknown
Just DanielPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRepair
Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsArmor
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe ABCs they didn't teach you.
A is for Alcoholism, the cause of all distress, B is for Bank account – empty, C is for Childhood trauma, that never quite goes away,
Joe O’ConnorPublished 5 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Happy Birthday
Happy? – you hurt me, eye for — I I guess we were both just kids searching for answers In this mess it's kind of messed up right?!
Sweet NothingsPublished 5 months ago in Poets "The Glowstone Chronicles: A Tapestry of Dreams and Unity"
Once upon a time in a small, quaint village nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, there lived a peculiar phenomenon known as the Glowstone. Legend had it that this mystical stone possessed the power to illuminate the darkest corners of the heart and bring joy to the weariest souls.
I had my first snowball fight at nearly 21
I was born into a house on fire. The house does not burn, of course, but my hands have been blistered and raw since 2006. I do not let anyone I love into my house, for fear that their feet will char. The hardwood floors I nailed in place myself hold heat remarkably well.
Empowering Parenthood: Cultivating Confidence in a Fulfilling Society
In our quest to raise confident and fulfilled children, we must challenge the prevailing notion that success lies in pushing them through a system designed to mold them into what we couldn't become ourselves. It's time to shift our focus from preparing our children for an elusive future to involving them in everything that's truly important in our lives.
Christopher EzehPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Symphony of Listening
In the hush of dawn, when the world is still, A melody stirs, a soft and gentle thrill, In the art of hearing, find a path to fill,
The Canvas of Sight
In the realm where light and shadow blend, A tale of sight, a journey without end, The eye, a window, a soul’s purest lens,
The Great Poem
In the heat of dawn, the dance begins, At low heat, nature trembles. It dawns, and in your eyes, my little Karen, You catch the essence of the day that lights up.
Alvaro ZazuetaPublished 5 months ago in Poets