Family

Mother’s Day Roses
Mother’s Day Roses Mother’s Day arrives again, so quiet at my door, A chair sits waiting in the light, as it has done before.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
I Am Not Pregnant, I Don't Even Like Soup, I Don't Even Like Mashed Potatoes - I Don't Even Like Watermelons, (scoffs)... What !
Okay, a week before last week I heard the baby in my stomach ask for money !? Okay fine, a week before last month I heard the people grumbling about the problems of the child who ran away from home !? Okay fine, I keep hearing that MY child is driving 9,000 steps in the middle of NO - where hoping they end up somewhere !? WHO keeps doing this thing, who keeps asking me for things - I don't have a CLUE about, who keeps doing that !?
By 365poetryabout 4 hours ago in Poets
To Pick Her Dandelions
Upon the lawn, an ersatz, golden head, The shame of a stepmother’s gilded blade, Where nose-breaking blooms in beds are shit-fed,
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Mother Wound
A tomboy on roller skates swinging by the park, running through the forest, terrified of the dark Breasts bulge and swell, emotions roar like hell
By Chantal Christie Weissabout 4 hours ago in Poets
The Girl Who Never Played Outside
The Girl Who Never Played Outside She stood beside the quiet doorway, Watching dust rise from running feet. Children chased the wide afternoon,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 6 hours ago in Poets
Faith!
Faith, real Faith, it's all we must to have - the peace in our hearts and strength to be so brave. Faith, real Faith, when paths will starts to wave,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 8 hours ago in Poets
Kids Need a Garden
kids don’t need toys but surely a garden like this to bloom their souls. Note: I had the dream of a garden. Just when the baby came, my spouse got us a house with backyard space. I turned it into a little paradise. Here she roamed. We enjoyed our time there, watering, planting, harvesting. The garden was beautiful setting for her nourishment of her formative years.
By Seema Patelabout 9 hours ago in Poets
The Weight That Walks Beside Me
The Weight That Walks Beside Me Morning arrives, yet light feels thin and distant. The air moves slowly through a restless room.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 16 hours ago in Poets
Vehicle "Seize--- sures" Can People Talk ----------------------------- I Am "CHILDLESS", I Have No CHILD Registered ---------------- Who Have "KNOWN" The Person Who Got Me "490" Days Pregnant, Who !?..
I've tried being this person - I hope that this person can understand that I am a MOTHER !? I went to school with the Fathers's and registered every photo !? The child I had is NOW "500" years OLD - !? Your child is 500 years OLD !? Yes - and also that is the meaning of this poem !
By 365poetryabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Birthday Homage for my Friend
In fields of yellow flowers bright, You walk with courage, holding light. A heart so soft, yet brave and true,
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.about 21 hours ago in Poets
I Think Something IS Going On - I Seem To Have A Headache - I Am Not The Person "NOBODY" Said I Am - "NOBODY"
Look in the parking lot - I am a NOBODY !? Look in YOUR house - I am a NOBODY!? Look in your phones - I am a NOBODY !? Me, what is the "priveledge" - of a NOBODY !? I'm even having spelling problems NOW, what I can't eve read properly, WHAT
By 365poetryabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Bottles of you
I wish I could bottle up my memories. I would keep them on a shelf in my room, my own personal collection Every day I would pull one out
By Adrianna Altmana day ago in Poets