Family
JESUS
In Bethlehem's hush, a baby was born, A radiant morn, a Savior adorned. Jesus, the light in a world of night, Wrapped in humility, clothed in divine might.
Melania J.L.Published 5 months ago in PoetsWake up!
In the morning light so bright and fine, It's time to rise and let the sun shine. With a yawn and a stretch, let's begin, A day of fun is about to spin!
Love
In the space where the stars sing softly, A story of love and an unending spring. A dance of whispers in the moonlight,
Happy Birthday
"ZZZZzzzz... Wakey... Time check... Ten minutes past midnight! Yay! It's time to wake up! Just another day? One day more.
911, What is the Emergency?
911, what is the emergency? Just wanted to see how your day went, And to say, Good Morning, So, what's up, home skillet?,
Tambourine ManPublished 5 months ago in PoetsStepfather
And you didn't mind breaking the little boy's heart casting all your fears on him denying still your part = even though he's grown now
Shirley BelkPublished 5 months ago in PoetsEnvy or Blessings in April
From a long time ago. My sister has lead the life I was supposed to live. I am incredibly proud. I hate that it couldn’t be me.
Mother/Grandmother's
My grandmas were the sweetest they could be. Loving, caring the neatest house to be. Told me many stories, and made me laugh too.
Cathy DeslippePublished 5 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
A Sip of Amour
A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in Poets Dawdling is TCB
Today I was busy and distracted by all of that "busy-ness." I had groceries to buy after the ice had melted and I could finally drive in it. I was focused and had a mission. The cold January air reminded me that I wanted to be home again where it was warm and there would be, well... less people. (I am an introvert.) The problem was that my oldest son was with me. The problem was that he is a dawdler. And he always stops to talk to all those people. (He is an extrovert.)
Shirley BelkPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe joys and struggles of being a parent
Always on duty, never truly off the clock. Babies are cute, but require so much work. Crying, cuddles, and carrying them constantly.
Austin Blessing-Nelson (Blessing)Published 5 months ago in PoetsMe and my bycicle
I have a bicycle, shiny and bright, With wheels that spin, oh, what a sight! Pedals push, and off I go, Wind in my hair, a speedy flow.