Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
12th Oct 2024 9:18am
Secrets - Back to Lancashire (3)
After a cup of tea in Mel's flat, I return for the rest of the luggage, grab the remaining bags from the boot of my car and use the electronic keypad to get back in The Factory. Once inside, I drag my belongings to the lift at the side of the building and ride up to the top storey, watching each floor disappear through the door panel. Mel's flat faces mine across the drop. I don't like heights, though. Never have done. The surrounding valley looks tiny from the drop.
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
Mel's laughter floats across the top floor of the building. She has a one bedroom apartment with a tiny kitchenette...
#breakup
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
161 reads
6 Comments
RobinHood
Robin
Robin
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:50am
3rd Oct 2024 11:50am
These words
My dad was once
He is no more
I never heard
These words before
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand
When I am gone
So far away
Just think of these
Words I would say
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand.
He is no more
I never heard
These words before
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand
When I am gone
So far away
Just think of these
Words I would say
I love you son
Come hold my hand
When all is done
I'll understand.
#children
#family
#father
#love
#parent
135 reads
1 Comment
tell_me_wy
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 1:32am
29th Sep 2024 1:32am
Gems
My nieces
Are star-cut gems;
My nephew,
The very stature
Of worth;
My own children;
Half-drunken dreams,
That shall know
No birth.
Are star-cut gems;
My nephew,
The very stature
Of worth;
My own children;
Half-drunken dreams,
That shall know
No birth.
#children
#family
#grief #love
#grief #love
145 reads
4 Comments
Voicesinside-9
Amy
Amy
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
27th Sep 2024 10:53pm
Reflections in Shattered Glass
I saw you through a prism, bright,
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
A figure of warmth, a guiding light,
Each laugh a melody, each word a thread,
In your embrace, I felt hopes widespread.
Yet as the seasons turned their page,
The colors dulled, revealing a stage,
Where smiles masked questions, and silence grew wide,
In moments of closeness, I felt pushed aside.
I let you in, hoping to mend,
A mother wound with a heart to lend,
But as I opened, you turned away,
Leaving me fragile, lost in dismay.
It’s not the first time this heart...
#betrayal
#family
#grief
#healing
#sadness
147 reads
3 Comments
Songbird83
Steven W.
Steven W.
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 4:20am
26th Sep 2024 4:20am
Better this way
The love we once had has been killed and left to rot in the ground
It doesn't hurt anymore when I see you are not around
It's easier to keep the pain inside than to Let it out
You blame me, but you should take a look in the mirror now
Maybe it's better this way
Maybe it's how things were supposed to turn out
Maybe I should
Drive the nail in the coffin
Pull the pin on the grenade
Maybe I should
Stand back while you keep falling
Become the monster you hate
...
It doesn't hurt anymore when I see you are not around
It's easier to keep the pain inside than to Let it out
You blame me, but you should take a look in the mirror now
Maybe it's better this way
Maybe it's how things were supposed to turn out
Maybe I should
Drive the nail in the coffin
Pull the pin on the grenade
Maybe I should
Stand back while you keep falling
Become the monster you hate
...
#conflict
#family
#lyrics
#PersonalGrowth
#relationships
126 reads
0 Comments
Nic3456
Poem Published
15th Sep 2024 3:30pm
15th Sep 2024 3:30pm
Parents
Parents, oh the ones that care for you?
Parents, oh the ones that are supposed to love you?
Parents, oh yes those ones!
Was there something wrong with me? Where was your love?
Did it go out the window when you hit me?
Did it go out the window when you called me names?
But you love me?
Right?
The comfort you gave me was masked by your anger
The comfort... where?
The mask you put on when people were around
People thought you were great!
Behind closed doors,
The anger...
Towards me, each other...
Parents, oh the ones that are supposed to love you?
Parents, oh yes those ones!
Was there something wrong with me? Where was your love?
Did it go out the window when you hit me?
Did it go out the window when you called me names?
But you love me?
Right?
The comfort you gave me was masked by your anger
The comfort... where?
The mask you put on when people were around
People thought you were great!
Behind closed doors,
The anger...
Towards me, each other...
#anger
#confusion
#family
#father
#mother
98 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 1:44pm
13th Sep 2024 1:44pm
it is all about children
It is all about children.
I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can
I agree the well-situated can afford to give
children a proper upbringing and a great education
and they...
I know of a man who can be outspoken at times
he is also very rich, which can be an aber
the struggle to find meaning in life when
you can have all the physical things life offers
To be wealthy is a strain, do try it if you can
the man in mind also has a great sense of
wicket humor, which makes a so very human
He has the idea that people of means should
have as many children as they can
I agree the well-situated can afford to give
children a proper upbringing and a great education
and they...
#brother
#childhood
#children
#daughter
#family
98 reads
0 Comments
Louisamay
JaneyBean
JaneyBean
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 2:12am
28th Aug 2024 2:12am
I want to go home
Take me back to my childhood home
Where the air hits your lungs and the noise fills your head
Let me bask in the warmth of family love
The familiar life and the easy acceptance
Where everyone sounds like me and I can understand them
And I get the nuances and sarcasm the little jokes
Someplace that I can grow old surrounded by peace
And I can look at the fields and flowers and old stone walls
And muse where one day where I would like to be scattered
I’ve had my adventure I’ve seen somewhere new
Now I just want to go home
Where the air hits your lungs and the noise fills your head
Let me bask in the warmth of family love
The familiar life and the easy acceptance
Where everyone sounds like me and I can understand them
And I get the nuances and sarcasm the little jokes
Someplace that I can grow old surrounded by peace
And I can look at the fields and flowers and old stone walls
And muse where one day where I would like to be scattered
I’ve had my adventure I’ve seen somewhere new
Now I just want to go home
#family
#home
#love
#memories
#peace
214 reads
8 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 6:14pm
20th Aug 2024 6:14pm
A Mother's Time
Such a wealth of timepieces we command
all accurate down to the Nth degree,
some on wrist and some clutched in hopeful hands
but it's the same rigid time that we see.
I like the tick-tock of my wind-up clock
with its stylised Arabic numbers,
my brass and tin time machine takes me back
to when luminous hands watched my slumbers.
I didn't need clocks, of course, what kid did,
Ma's magic would tell the passing hours,
" Time for school!" " Lunch time!" and " It's time for...
all accurate down to the Nth degree,
some on wrist and some clutched in hopeful hands
but it's the same rigid time that we see.
I like the tick-tock of my wind-up clock
with its stylised Arabic numbers,
my brass and tin time machine takes me back
to when luminous hands watched my slumbers.
I didn't need clocks, of course, what kid did,
Ma's magic would tell the passing hours,
" Time for school!" " Lunch time!" and " It's time for...
#family
#memories
#mother #sonnet
#mother #sonnet
174 reads
4 Comments
down2dirt
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 5:52pm
18th Aug 2024 5:52pm
write something abstruse
headed over to the competitions
gonna vote do my DU duty
first one I opened
Write something Abstruse
I did as the instructions instructed
read them ALL before you vote
It was then that I noticed
they all had “vote for me” buttons
except for one entry
didn’t seem fair
so I didn’t vote…..
gonna vote do my DU duty
first one I opened
Write something Abstruse
I did as the instructions instructed
read them ALL before you vote
It was then that I noticed
they all had “vote for me” buttons
except for one entry
didn’t seem fair
so I didn’t vote…..
#family
#responsibility
138 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 8:24am
16th Aug 2024 8:24am
I didn't come to say goodbye
I didn't come to say goodbye
to you
we've said goodbye
many times over
I don't understand
how one more time
will make this hurt any less
Death is for the living
it's a weight that's meant
for us alone to bear
death is easy for dead
though I'm sure you're glad
that when your finally hours
ticked around
we all showed up
I didn't come to say goodbye
to you
I came because social norms
dictate I not be a bitch
and abandon family
never mind that I have to live ...
to you
we've said goodbye
many times over
I don't understand
how one more time
will make this hurt any less
Death is for the living
it's a weight that's meant
for us alone to bear
death is easy for dead
though I'm sure you're glad
that when your finally hours
ticked around
we all showed up
I didn't come to say goodbye
to you
I came because social norms
dictate I not be a bitch
and abandon family
never mind that I have to live ...
#death
#family
#grief
#love
#parent
236 reads
1 Comment
down2dirt
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 7:58pm
14th Aug 2024 7:58pm
homecoming
grandpa was a hard working man
on the weekends he drank without fear
grandma liked his paycheck
grandpa liked his beer
late Saturday nights the phone would ring
my mom and her brother wrestled to get to it first
they knew who it was
and grandpa always sang as his last beer was nursed
mama I’m on my way
remove them skivvies if you please
leave the front door open
and be down on your knees
mom and her brother giggled with childish delight
passing the phone around
just to hear his slurred crooning
while...
on the weekends he drank without fear
grandma liked his paycheck
grandpa liked his beer
late Saturday nights the phone would ring
my mom and her brother wrestled to get to it first
they knew who it was
and grandpa always sang as his last beer was nursed
mama I’m on my way
remove them skivvies if you please
leave the front door open
and be down on your knees
mom and her brother giggled with childish delight
passing the phone around
just to hear his slurred crooning
while...
#family
#memories
191 reads
2 Comments
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