Holiday

Treasured Memories . Top Story - June 2026.
A whim, a whisper, intuition at play, The whoosh of tyres on life’s highway, A tune as old as a sophisticated adage, Another chapter, a licked finger, a turning of page.
By Colleen Millsteed 5 months ago in Poets
Its Taking Time For Me To Forget You
Its Taking Time For Me To Forget You I still remember summer evenings, when we were children running free, laughing until the streetlights glowed,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Travel
You sit peacefully as passengers hurry past boarding the same plane. A familiar smell your skin hugs the humid air the scooter, a throne.
By fewie5 months ago in Poets
Rememberance
Memorial Day isn't just a calendar square. It isn’t just the smell of charcoal smoke and summer’s first heat. It is a debt that can never be paid back,
By Forest Green5 months ago in Poets
Morning Sun
"morning sun" happy memorial like a flag happy memorial star how sad? "morning sun" happy memorial touching a sun... how bad? Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith5 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Gold
The watch strapped to my wrist, doesn’t just tell the time, it tracks every ghost of the nights I’ve spent chasing it. You say, “Think bigger.”
By Anees Kaleem5 months ago in Poets
International Vigilance for Democracy Day
Our democracy is an institution of justice Restlessly move forward Restlessly strive Restlessly believe in the power of consensus
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous5 months ago in Poets
The Hand That Reached Back
The path was already there, though I could not remember stepping onto it. It opened beneath my feet as if the world had been waiting for me to notice it. Grass leaned softly against my ankles, bright with the kind of green that looks impossible until it is right in front of you. The air was warm, but not heavy. Sunlight poured through the high leaves in broken streams, touching the ground in gold and then disappearing again beneath patches of shade. It was not a field, but it was open like one. It was not a forest, but it breathed like one. The place refused to be only one thing. It stretched wide enough to run and deep enough to get lost. It gave room to laugh, but kept secrets between the trees.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast6 months ago in Poets
Between Stations
The train leaves soon The sitter arrives in ten Five minutes to bathe Meal prepped, bag packed Bills on the table One stamped crimson A note to save for vacation A want for more I can't be late Her recital in thirty Third grade matters The teacher says Again and again Running from the station Palm trees on a poster pass me by Just a little more She scans the room Eyes lock — she beams Tassel left to right Senior year, touch and go Late nights, coffee shots Learning doesn't stop Ocean spray must wait She did not need more White and gold — her favorites Bell chimes Petals line the aisle Hands linked, we walk Quick thought: Twenty-five is young So much sand left Veiled in eager white — It is her— From the train window Graffiti and ad boards stare back Radiation results are in Put things in order, he said Fifty is young Making final appointments Palm trees on a poster pass me by There is no more.
By Ms Jade 6 months ago in Poets
Mother's Day 2026
When I was small, You held me close, nestled on your warm breast. When I was young, You made me laugh, chortling and wheezing in mirth.
By Jennisea Standing Rock6 months ago in Poets
Brief Happiness
1986 Age 15 I had been depressed off an on For 9 years Constantly suicidal For 6 > By this time I thought the condition chronic
By Gene Lass6 months ago in Poets
On This Very Special Day
I. Valentines is coming. Just a few days away. Loving hands awaits a dozen roses while lovers anticipate sweet things. Sweet words in cards or
By Dean Traylor6 months ago in Poets