Family

My Boy
My boy We’ve grown old together You more than I You are a gift Powder nose Tired friend Your paws slip Your eyes are clouds
By Brierabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Go wherever your heart brings you!
She turns her gaze to heaven’s light, Too bright to face, too fierce, too white. She looks instead to fields of gold,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 16 hours ago in Poets
I lost my memory
I woke up with a stranger’s name in my mouth and no idea who it belonged to. The room felt familiar the way an old song does
By John Smithabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Every Person Was Assigned "24 Hours" ------------------------------- ---- I Have No Children, I Need No Food, And Water ------------------- So Now, I Am Awake At 6:39 AM, Just Because I Have A Period, Some Person Is Visiting, Or This Is What "Day" Feels Like ----------- WHO Needs Value, Who Needed To Feel Important, Who Needed A Purpose?
What would be the reason I am awake at this hour !? I have NO desire to be with the world, to speak to people as if they had value!!
By 365poetryabout 20 hours ago in Poets
This Is Dedicated To The First Man I "LOVED" -------------------- Who The HE%%^& LL That Is - I'm Laughing Silly, I Swear ......
I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
***** Fake Page Created - Connection: "Embarking" On The January 2025........ Q & A .......With MC - December 2025...
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
The Luck We Find
They say the luck is in the clover, the fourth leaf hiding from the rest, but I have found it spread wide over the ordinary world and blessed.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in Poets
A clock work heart
A clock work heart A Clockwork Heart Is Still Breakable, You Know. They said a heart of gears would never feel, That steel would guard the chambers of the soul,
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
We Are the Ones . Top Story - March 2026.
We are the ones who are there when you are down We wait for you when you’re not around We know if you go out, you will always return
By Calvin Londona day ago in Poets
Please Stop The War.
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
The Wound Of Words
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
By George’s Girl 2026 a day ago in Poets
These Women
I want to say it plainly. No metaphors. No similes. I want to praise my friends. I want to tell the world how they save me.
By Tina D. Lopeza day ago in Poets