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Roadkill

by Andrew Tian

A woman leaves her 2nd husband.
She moves to America.
All she brings with her is a rat.
She loves the rat very much.
The woman also recieved a horse.
It was from the 1st husband.
She decided to make them shine.
They both get the same curriculum.
They go through rigorous training.
The horse struggles yet thrives.

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Shattered Echoes

by siwar ben amara

Daddy, where were you when I was just a child,
A perfect little girl, eager and mild?

I didn't ask for much—just a look, a touch—
But you slipped away; was I asking too much?

Were you running from her, from her bitter flame?
But what about me—did you even know my name?

I lied to everyone, said we were close,

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The Duel

by Eugene Field

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;
'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t' other had slept a wink!
The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate
Appeared to know as sure as fate
There was going to be a terrible spat.
(I wasn't there; I simply state
What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

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We Refugees

by Benjamin Zephaniah

I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.

I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.

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Horcruxes

by Peter Quitadamo

Having children is like having horcruxes.
Part of me is out in the world away
From my protection and each day I worry.
Will someone find these disconnected parts
Of me? Will they treasure them as I do?
Will they hunt them down to get to me?
Each wound on them burns me with lightning.
I wish I was still Tom Riddle; simple and whole.
Yet like Harry, I would give myself for these.

Recent Family Poems

Roadkill

by Andrew Tian

Horcruxes

by Peter Quitadamo

Shattered Echoes

by siwar ben amara

Whispers of ghosts

by Daniel Ryan Cotler

I've worn the weight of the world on my shoulders,
sustained by a lifetime of wounds,
inflicted by others,
but mostly by myself.
The ghosts of my past—
my father, my stepmother—
they etched their voices into my mind,
a relentless echo,
whispering lies that I'm not enough,
that love was something I’d never deserve.

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To be a Bird

by Alexie Fin

an untouchable love;
tears shed by my faults.
no apology worthy,
as you’ve been my rocks.

i want you to be happy;
to return to your home.
I simply wish this community;
will appreciate your soul.

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