Fresh spring morning, baby ventures out, clinging to mama’s bosom— Golden sunshine everywhere, freshness in each breath.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Hard work and perseverance Often lead to joy, they say. Eight long months of Discipline and self-care, Amidst risk, warnings,
I wear your words upon my skin, whether for good or ill. What would you have writ large for all the world to see? ~ I am ever-whelmed,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Poets
Marta was your name On the 30th of May you were born Teacher for us and for more Here’s a poem for you with my love Elegant, loving, your heart one day said: no more
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
Dear mother, In the first light, at my first cry, You held me to your breast, your heartbeat my lullaby. You held me tight, held me dear,
By Jennisea Standing Rockabout a year ago in Poets
I love my mom, because she is crazy, I love her, because she is kind, I love her, because no matter what she made Sure her and her kids were taken care of,
By CeeCee Whitfieldabout a year ago in Poets
Ink and Silence Black ink, blue eyes See through tears. Words on paper Match my fears Thoughts don’t settle. Lines won’t flow
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
it aches how I long like an infant that searches the bosom, never full. Always wanting more. When I open my eyes, I’m hunting.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
In this life, There are no promises, No guarantees, Only wishes Made from our knees. We hope For happiness, For wealth,
By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Honesty Honesty comes naturally. When we truly care for someone, We can notice that being honest with them requires no effort.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
