Family
Even a dinosaur.
Jaws snap shut, a roar stifled. Because even a dinosaur, in all its might, still has fear. Insecurity, a need for belonging
Morgan LongfordPublished 2 days ago in PoetsGrief on Hold
It was the day before going away when I got the news that my dear best friend had passed on. Her cancer, spreading, her pain troubling, her life no more.
Denise LarkinPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
The Ultimate Guide to Bathroom Renovations in Ryde
Are you dreaming of a bathroom that feels like a luxurious spa retreat, a space where you can unwind and rejuvenate after a long day? Look no further than Ryde for your next renovation project! Whether you're aiming to update the style, increase functionality, or enhance the overall value of your home, bathroom renovations Ryde offer a plethora of possibilities to transform your space into something truly extraordinary.
HIlls Bathroom RenovationPublished 2 days ago in Poets "Prayers in Kitchen"
As I chop and I stir, I whisper prayers, dear Lord, hear. For the food that I prepare, May it nourish, may it share.
Isra SaleemPublished 2 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
"A lovely youth"
In youth's guiltlessness, a world unfurls, Where dreams take off, in stories untold. Giggling moves on the breeze's delicate hug,
Aysha IslamPublished 3 days ago in Poets The Echo of the Cretaceous Sentinel
In the twilight's shadows, where echoes linger, Stands the Cretaceous Sentinel, fierce and untamed. With deep green scales kissed by hues of flame,
Denelsia WalkerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsTo The One In My Heart
To the one in my heart, my brother, the tree upon my plain, Open and upstanding, of adoration and daylight made, My milestone, my windbreak, my safe house from the downpour:
The Legacy unveiled
In the twilight of their years, they joined as one, Momma's grace, Daddy's wisdom spun. Golden ages, tales untold, Strands of history, some dark, some bold.
Chrysalis ConversationsPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Sad Generation
What is broken remains broken. A tiring life We are the sad generation. We are grown-ups now. We have seen the ancestral hard work.
Gargie S AnandPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWater walk
I'm alone, self talk Soft, water walk I drown in the fluid I wake up from the lucid Yet I'm wet, poured by a bucket "It is early enough for plants to grow"
Whisper of the Night: The jasmine's Tale
In the calm of the evening, where the stars murmur mysteries Furthermore, the moon's silver light moves upon the earth, A sensitive scent winds through the air,
Rony SutradarPublished 3 days ago in PoetsEchoes of Prehistory
Naturally, there are theories about why children are so mesmerized by dinosaurs, about how a five-year-old can memorize those Latin names,
Dr. Jason BenskinPublished 3 days ago in Poets