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The Shape of Jazz to Come

The Shape of Jazz to Come

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Is war coming? Are we headed for another crazy cataclysm?My sons, draft age. Only now can I appreciate the painso sharp it drains the color from one's..
Happy Father's Day, Mom!

Happy Father's Day, Mom!

A Poem by Suzq4u2


In celebration of Father's Day - mom being the only parent does everything for her child
Dear Son,

Dear Son,

A Poem by Zayir


The pain of a miscarriage
Sacred Dance

Sacred Dance

A Poem by wordsbyjhurst


A go at iambic pentameter.
What's Right

What's Right

A Story by Beth Lindsay


A father has a heart to heart with his teen son.
Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher

A Story by Tati


He drifts, as he notices the dreamcatcher fall off the precarious edge it was hanging off of. A trapped dream escapes. His breaths are deep, his fac..
When he held my hand

When he held my hand

A Poem by Cherry


My son is my reason for everything
Heroin Does That To You...

Heroin Does That To You...

A Poem by Lori Mack


This is about my son's addiction to heroin.
Become

Become

A Poem by Lori Mack


A letter to my son's father.
A Mother's Wait

A Mother's Wait

A Poem by Oshit Kul Ratan


Whole of our life our parents supported us and when they needed us the most, we left them in old age home or live separately. This poem visualises the..
Puppet Master

Puppet Master

A Poem by Lori Mack


Puppet Master You crept in like a mischievious thief. Intrigued, decieved and retrieved my son. Influencing and destroying his beautiful life. D..
Pieces

Pieces

A Poem by Lori Mack


About my son's addiction.
Moments

Moments

A Poem by Lori Mack


About my son's addiction.
Illusions

Illusions

A Poem by poetindenim


'Visions splendid' is from "CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW" by A. B. 'Banjo' Paterson. One of my favorite poets. The final line "No more" was suggested by E..
Her Knight came on Shield

Her Knight came on Shield

A Poem by Oshit Kul Ratan


No description. A mother's pain is not descriptive.
My mini me middle child

My mini me middle child

A Poem by Lori Mack


Dedicated to my son Brandon Mustagog. Happy 22nd birthday son I love you.