6 Haiku Poems for Mothers
1. Morning Sickness I don't feel so well Every morning up it comes Still, I flush with pride 2. Unwelcome Advances Why do strangers think
Denise SheltonPublished a day ago in PoetsThe Colors of Love
Black obscured my vision of the world for longer than I cared A cloud followed close behind as it had been tied to my shoes
Josh MallerneePublished 3 days ago in Poetsme too
the longest strand i held too dear lay in my arm crooked and narrow. sometimes i’d pull it out and hold it to the light
Rory DeMaioPublished 3 days ago in Poets
I Found You
The world I lived in was void of color. The days were bland and empty. Everything was in shades of black and grey. Then one day I saw you.
The Shade of Disability
Aren’t photons funny? They reflect the only light they do not absorb. Are my wavelengths longer in red, because my energy is every color instead?
Sarah Duran-BallenPublished 4 days ago in Poets
Will Mother Nature Brush Her Teeth?
I. Jagged protrusions of sturdy sediment banded & braced together. Soft pillows hang loose, full of the morning dew drop from her eyes and her mouth’s waterfalls.
Natalie OrmanPublished 4 days ago in Poets
Iridescent
Like the silky gossamer wings of a dragonfly, as it soars through the air, unaware of the trials and tribulations of those below,
Robin LaurinecPublished 6 days ago in Poets
I Am the Orange Sun
glowing inside i am partly what you made me from your home in Petah Tikva born under the desert sky i am fragments of my mother
Annie WoodPublished 6 days ago in Poets
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The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
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America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
My true color
This girl was insecure her color was gloom and she couldn’t bloom With no sense of being she felt nothing but doom It took her middle age to even like herself she thought she didn’t matter
Lisa RoddyPublished about 2 hours ago in Poets
Shattered.
Cerulean. The blood that flows through my veins. Herculean. The effort that it takes to stay sane. It’s you again. It seems we will always keep meeting.
Kaitland TaflingerPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsI'll Tell You Again Tomorrow
you were the sun I hovered 'round and 'round, even when you were an eclipse with all your darkened edges but I loved you the most
Jillian SpiridonPublished about 2 hours ago in Poets
The
The smell in the air. ____________________________________ Shariful Alam. 5th May / 2021 Hudson / New York United States.
Shimran AlamPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsSuperhero Mom
Inspired by and dedicated to my mom, Terisa Goldblatt. Superhero Mom Mom, you gave me life. You made a choice for me to thrive.
Looking for my universe
Who am I, this is a question, I have always wondered, like a conundrum, I have always thought, and pondered? Corresponding to an unfamiliar echo to such a voice, mine was trapped within, two very distant wells, in that, every time I were to look upon a mirror, I was always, someone else.
Wilbert Dela CruzPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
The Beauty Of Color
The Beauty of Color Is it the curly q’s in her beautiful hair Those rich full lips The brown in her eyes The switch of her hips?
Lisa BakerPublished about 6 hours ago in Poets
A Vampire's World is Black and White
A Vampire's World is Black and White By Ted Axe (c.) I live in a world Of black and white Like an old photograph I'm both day and night
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