Family

A Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sleepless Nights without You
Night after night, nightmares plague my heart and mind. Fears of never seeing you again. I just want to be in your arms again.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
I Let My Cat Step on my Keyboard
Every time I open my computer, my cat, Computed Tomography (CT for short), never fails to step on the keyboard. This was especially helpful while I was finishing a challenging twenty page final paper for a master's level molecular biology course. This time around, I figured I'd let her step on my keyboard on purpose, just in case she had anything important to say.
By Harbor Benassa2 years ago in Poets
Happy New Year
H - Hopes for a better year to come A - Adults drinking champagne to celebrate P - People making resolutions, big and small
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Celestial twin
Irreplaceable soul Kindred friend My everything You’re in my heart Till our journey’s end
By Makenna Bolton2 years ago in Poets
I will never forget that Saturday…
I will never forget that Saturday when I heard the news that you’re gone it took a lot of winding roads yet too many fates remained unturned;
By Moon Desert2 years ago in Poets
Water
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Far Away
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
An Old Owl
An old wise owl, lived in an oak, The more he saw, the less he spoke, The less he spoke, the more he heard, The more he heard, the less he responded,
By Arif Ali2 years ago in Poets
With The Holidays Over
The holidays are over boy that's a bummer. To see everyone go about there day, without a kind word to stay. Hustle, hustle everyone runs at the speed of light, and here I am not.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)2 years ago in Poets
Clearing Out Clothes
Dear Grandpa, ~ I cleared out your clothes today. I saw your favorite shirt, And your favorite grey wooly jumper, You always used to wear in winter.
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
If
These are my ponderings on what ifs. ►►►►►►►►►► If I were a rich man I would find the poorest people in the United States (my homeland) and feed them. If some of those being fed were cheating and not really poor, I would still feed them without question because that is a person with a broken soul who needs nourishment and nurturing. I would go further and find the poorest nations in the world and feed them also because the poor in the United States are not the only ones in need.
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets