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Nastia May 9
I take an icy,
Velvety peach
With bruises
From the refrigerator.
It smells
Sweet and refreshing,
Like someone hugging
In the rain.
I carefully bite off.
Bite by piece.
Sour coolness
Remains in the mouth.
Now it is a release for him.
After all, he lay alone
Among five white apples.
pnam Apr 19
There comes a time when the road calls your name
This is for the ones finding their way
Some stories begin when you leave the page you knew
Some stories begin when you leave the pain you knew

As you're getting ready to step into the new  
Fresh winds calling, skies a different hue  
Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new  
A young heart finding its way—who knew?

Wishing you moments of laughter and grace  
Prayers always for you, in life’s wild race  
Strength, courage, healing, and wisdom too  
For a life that's radiant, meaningful, and true  

Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new  
A young soul on the rise—who knew?

Though we haven’t walked all roads side by side  
We still cheer for you, with hearts open wide  
Don’t let the past keep you in its bind  
New hopes, new starts, leave no dreams behind  

Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new  
A young soul on the rise—who knew?

Be kind, be bold—but guard your flame  
This world can smile and still play games  
Not all who reach out have hearts that are true  
So trust your gut—it’s always guided you  

Never give up—kept faith will win the fight  
Even in shadows, you carry your light  
And when the weight feels heavy, or dreams feel far  
Reach out—we're here, no matter where you are  

Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new  
A wise heart grows where the brave pursue  

Let joy be your compass, let time be your guide  
We believe in the fire you carry inside  
Be true to yourself and hold your truth tight  
Storms pass—your light will win the fight  

Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new  
A young soul on the rise—who knew?

May love surround you, wherever you roam  
Your new place awaits, but you'll always have  a home  here
Chase your own sunrise, let your heart lead the way  
And may hope and faith guide you each day  


Many chapters in your life, girl, they're just startin' new  
A young soul on the rise—who knew?
Adapted from my  poem
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4406372/to-my-son/

Listen to the audio song here
https://suno.com/playlist/8c61ae3c-41fb-4c9a-9b49-b73d3c89a3db
Mrs Timetable Apr 18
You know they love you
When they let you
Ugly cry
Into their new clean crisp
White shirt
With makeup on.
Jia En Feb 18
I guess I just miss you.
Never once did I actually
Think that I’d have to get used to
Not seeing your face daily;
Not being able to talk about
Whatever I needed out of my system; they say
That girls take too
Many pictures but obviously it isn’t true
Because there’s not a day
That passes without me
Wishing I’d taken more of you.
I’d do anything to be
Teleported back in time, into
Your arms. And even though
The height difference between us was so
Large, you were always the one
That had the bigger piece of my heart.
I hate us having to be apart.
I bet you’re tall now. It’s been
Far too
Long since I’ve last seen
You.
i wish you knew.
anotherdream Jan 11
You were in my arms
Now you're in distress
From all the nights you cried
Still saddened by this loneliness

I'm familiar with that state
And how it takes me down again
Down this rabbit hole of regrets
And the thoughts of what I said

So I'll make sure you never stumble
When you're running up ahead
I'll keep you in my arms
As I calmly brace your head

And if the world has turned to mayhem
And is on its final legs
I can hold you for eternity
Until you're feeling safe again

Before you're leaving me to run
Towards the sun you're convinced is red
Still searching our bluest ocean
As you're laying on its bed

So I'll do everything I can
To make sure you have some friends
Who can be there when it's rough
When your days are blue again
I imagine it's quite difficult being a father... seeing your own children experience pain but knowing you can't (and shouldn't) shelter them from it. They need to experience the negative emotions as much as they experience the positive ones.
Snow red fox Dec 2024
I feel the cozy, warm, soft and pure sheet around my back, shoulders and arms, it’s so light it’s so soft until it tightens its grip and you feel its hip.
The sheet becomes hard and cold when you feel its eyes digging into your cries.
Tight and dark when the sheets chest presses onto your *******.
Suffocating and breaking when its neck feels like a whole ship wreck around my aching neck .
The river down my cheeks even if I know that it was just a wrap around me.
Something short, something easy, something hard, something dark. That’s the recipe for a good poetry
Jamesb Sep 2024
Hug
I am the giver of hugs,
The dispenser of caressing comfort,
The holder of those in need,
The squeezer out of pain and sorrow,
The shutter out of this world and its woe,
If only for a moment a head Upon my shoulder
Is free of sadness and sorrow,
Free of fear and frustration,
Safety resides within my embrace,
Sanctuary whence nowt can reach thee,

But right now it's the hugger
In hugging need,
That tap gushing
From a bottomless jug has
Just a hint of falter,
A tiniest reduction of pressure,
Insufficient for regard by others
But keenly felt by me,
Hints at limits being reached,
And I rail against that potential
Failure to project and protect,

So here I am,
Pouring out hugs,
While inside every sinew
Screams for someone,
Anyone in fact, to see ME,
See the pain and need,
See my faltering heart
And hope,
And step up,
Wrap me in THEIR arms,
Hold me and heal MY broken
Worn out heart a bit,

So I can hold and heal
Those many more
Still in need.
I think this verse speaks for itself
Ryan R Latini Aug 2024
Robot shipping arms:

They’ve been reprogrammed for hugs.

For sale. Never used.
Francie Lynch Jun 2024
"Squeeze Please" presents as a cute word rhyme,
But its grip and depth
Is unique and sublime.
Part hug, some cuddle, but
More like a tickle...
It's fickle!!
Yet,
I sense familial love songs
When
My limbs contract to stop his wiggles-
And then,
Before he starts his giggles...
My knees squeeze...
That’s when I heard,
Without one word...

Squeeze because you love me;
Squeeze because I love you;
Squeeze because I feel protected;
Squeezing keeps we two connected.
Squeeze Please makes me feel secure.

Please squeeze... please... squeeze please me more.

Squeeze me to my happy place.
Squeezing tells me that I’m safe.
A squeeze will make me feel content
Your squeezes tend to give me strength.
Then Squeeze tight for respite and peace,
Like a weighted blanket as I sleep.
Squeeze me like a pet boa,
Squeeze because you're my own Granda.

I hear and listen when he says Squeeze Please;
That cute word rhyme really speaks to me.

(Now loosen and Squeeze Please some more.........................)
Ciaran is on the spectrum, and to hear him say *Squeeze please* is such a treat.
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