IntoTheRain
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
14th Nov 2024 5:19pm
Stillness
He is kneeling at the dining room table,
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
as if he is praying.
Tenderly he opens his hands,
and I see he is cradling our sky blue parakeet.
Tears streaming down his red cheeks, he looks at me.
The tiny creature taking its last breaths.
Feathers ripped from its wings and blood speckled on Dad's fingers.
The cat, I thought. Oh no.
We didn't say a word. His eyes told me there was nothing we can do.
Suddenly, I am spinning.
My throat becomes tight, like a hand is pressing against my voice box.
My eyes become hot,...
#anxiety
#childhood
#despair
#family
#sadness
159 reads
7 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:42pm
13th Nov 2024 9:42pm
Secrets - Robert, Aloof
Lunch with Mel. Read of the newspapers.
Quarter to three. I set off to collect Robert from school. The other kids have gone. Robert's standing by the whiteboard with his teacher Miss Lyons, who greets me with a warm smile.
'We had a good day, didn't we Robert?' she says.
The boy nods and clutches his bag.
Miss Lyons tosses back her light brown hair and gets ready to leave. She's in her mid-twenties, pretty, with an open face and green eyes. 'I'm very confident about Robert,' she says. 'He's made a very promising start. I'm convinced...
Quarter to three. I set off to collect Robert from school. The other kids have gone. Robert's standing by the whiteboard with his teacher Miss Lyons, who greets me with a warm smile.
'We had a good day, didn't we Robert?' she says.
The boy nods and clutches his bag.
Miss Lyons tosses back her light brown hair and gets ready to leave. She's in her mid-twenties, pretty, with an open face and green eyes. 'I'm very confident about Robert,' she says. 'He's made a very promising start. I'm convinced...
#family
#mystery
#relationships
78 reads
5 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2024 11:54am
2nd Nov 2024 11:54am
1977 in Dallas
In the heart of Dallas, Texas, during the sweltering summer of 1977, Amanda Hodges, known to all as Mandy, was coming of age. She was the youngest of three children all born in Jackson, Mississippi. Seeking work, her father had brought the family to Dallas. With the trauma of the move and loss of friendships, she felt alone, easily overlooked by parents who were consumed with the daily struggle to make ends meet in the tumultuous city. At 17, Mandy was a striking contrast to her family's modest existence; a good student with a yearning to be seen and acknowledged, to find her place in the...
#family
#FirstLove
#historical #sex
#historical #sex
233 reads
8 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
Secrets - The Visit To Craig's Family
First weekend.
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
#family
#grief
#memories
#mystery
#risk
101 reads
4 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
17th Oct 2024 8:35am
Secrets - Robert And Gordon
Later, I check on Robert. He's sleeping in his room. 'Night, buddy,' I whisper, adjusting the brown teddy bear so it won't fall.
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down, stopping altogether. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. So much for good intentions. Fitness, diet. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me, has done ever since Vince Macarthur brought his crowbar down on my head, screaming his innocence again and again. My recovery from the attack took several years....
#childhood
#family
#memories
#mystery
#risk
97 reads
3 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
#aging
#family
#grief #parent
#grief #parent
239 reads
19 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 7:20pm
14th Oct 2024 7:20pm
The Cat Lady (part 4)
#erotic
#family
#forgiveness #mother
#forgiveness #mother
122 reads
6 Comments
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
121 reads
6 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
6th Oct 2024 11:32pm
The Women Before Me - Journal entry
October 6, 2024
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
My daughter is away in the care of her father. I couldn't sleep last night and started thinking about the women who’ve come before me, those whose blood courses through my veins, and whose stories are etched into my life.
Great-grandmother Norma Jean Moore, a woman of the '40s, lived through a time of profound change. Born into the echoes of the Great Depression, she was a child when the world was at war. I often wonder about her passions, hidden beneath the surface of a society that demanded so much resilience. What was it like to fall in love...
#family
#historical
#love #SelfReflection
#love #SelfReflection
158 reads
2 Comments
ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 12:44pm
1st Oct 2024 12:44pm
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
a title that feels like a weight I can't shake,
in a world where your love was a distant whisper,
and I was left shattered, my heart forced to break.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
when your smile felt cold, a mask that you wore,
every moment I craved, just a flicker of warmth,
but I found only shadows, and I longed for so much more.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
as I stood in your light, always waiting in vain,
fighting for scraps of affection, like a...
a title that feels like a weight I can't shake,
in a world where your love was a distant whisper,
and I was left shattered, my heart forced to break.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
when your smile felt cold, a mask that you wore,
every moment I craved, just a flicker of warmth,
but I found only shadows, and I longed for so much more.
I’m ashamed to be called your daughter,
as I stood in your light, always waiting in vain,
fighting for scraps of affection, like a...
#daughter
#family
#memories
#mother
#parent
128 reads
8 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Sep 2024 1:15pm
30th Sep 2024 1:15pm
Life Lesson 6 (Uk) Defiance runs in the blood
Before the term road rage became common use, I'm pretty sure that my cousin, who was driving us back to the house, was exhibiting all the classic signs.
Not only was she speeding and diving in and out of traffic in her white Ford Granada car, but she was also letting out some colorful curse words, and I even had to turn my head and stare at her, wondering what was going through her mind.
We managed to return to the house in one piece to be greeted by the rest of the family. You would think that being born and raised in the United States, I would not...
Not only was she speeding and diving in and out of traffic in her white Ford Granada car, but she was also letting out some colorful curse words, and I even had to turn my head and stare at her, wondering what was going through her mind.
We managed to return to the house in one piece to be greeted by the rest of the family. You would think that being born and raised in the United States, I would not...
#family
#memories
108 reads
6 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 11:00pm
29th Sep 2024 11:00pm
Life Lessons 5 Another summer in the UK
The year was 1989
This was summer when I was sixteen, and my mother wanted a break from caring for me and my sister.
The word "taking care" is held very loosely. She wanted to get some distance between me and my twenty-year-old boyfriend.
She liked him until she read a page in my diary stating the sed boyfriend was my first. I do not know how you all would feel about your privacy being invaded, but that particular issue was blown to a proportion that you would think that I killed someone.
She bought three tickets to London, and off we...
This was summer when I was sixteen, and my mother wanted a break from caring for me and my sister.
The word "taking care" is held very loosely. She wanted to get some distance between me and my twenty-year-old boyfriend.
She liked him until she read a page in my diary stating the sed boyfriend was my first. I do not know how you all would feel about your privacy being invaded, but that particular issue was blown to a proportion that you would think that I killed someone.
She bought three tickets to London, and off we...
#family
#memories
151 reads
17 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Family
