On the day of my birth, Bringing joy to my mother's earth, I entered the world with cries, Yet, amidst the joy, tears filled her eyes.
By Ming Xiao2 years ago in Poets
we carry waterproof matches a small pan knife and compass tent for two enough food for five days and in my trembling hands
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
* Quiet, her demeanor lending to a gentle outcome Taking on his misdemeanors holding them still, cheek and tongue
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
"Thank you mom!" They shriek Wrapping papers flung-- toys tossed Cardboard boxes rule!
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
I will love you ‘til after the world curls. When photos yellow and turn up corners, as dust from the shoebox blown off, adjourns
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Poets
after the pleasantries and subtleties of chattering on about the weather, needlework, craft shows, baby steps and diapers
In the dawn's tender embrace, A mother's power finds its place. With every sunrise, a gift bestowed, Be it a cry, a tweet, or sun's warm glow.
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
Robins vibrant feathery missives intrigue twigged nest teal robin eggs Meadowlarks Barn Swallows chirping melodies carried in the nippy breeze
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
