heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Telling Time
One, one-thousand, two, one-thousand, three, one-thousand, four He sucks in a breath, and I release one I watch him, mouth open, gums black, eyes closed
Tuesday FullerPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsAfterwards
I rounded the corner and was taken back by the stillness of the parking lot. It was dark outside, a thin layer of frost covered my car reflecting dimmed lot lights. How long had I been in there?
Tuesday FullerPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsGravitational Pull
Retracing my steps Every day since you left Wondering aimlessly to find you, and I lose myself When I think of you, and someone else,
Frankie MartinelliPublished about 19 hours ago in Poets
Birds Of A Single Feather
To fly alone is bad enough. But, with someone, less divine is to fly twice as hard against a current unwilling. You become unable to harness the vast energy of the holiest of all ghosts, supernature.
Hoyt Douglas BattlesPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets
Sleep
a broken heart renders no sleep tosses and turns halts my slumber i pray for more dreams pray to be led astray pray to be lead to heartbreak once again
Kendra PottsPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsFix a Broken Heart
I thought I had a good thing I thought I had a sure thing I thought you were the best but when it does not go your way I had to fix it
Beautiful Pain
This short book of poems is dedicated to the person I was during three years of marriage that will haunt me for an eternity. It is also dedicated to anyone who is a victim of domestic abuse. Our pain may never truly go away, but I have faith we will learn and grow from it and that through time and strength it will fade.
Maya TaylorPublished a day ago in PoetsI Hate my Dad, I Love my Dad
I wrote this poem to both express my emotions about him but also to honor his memory. He passed away six years ago, and not a day goes by that I don't think about him.
Angela DerschaPublished a day ago in Poets
A riddle of continued tragedy.
The darkness upon the horizon, the storm clouds of despair, The uncertainty of tomorrow where fear would surely tear, The destitution of the land, the desolation of the plane,
Jordan ZunigaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsTOXIC
She wants to play on easy, Long Suffering, Only pace I know Go Hard, She wants luxury Cars, Pool in the Back Yard,
Sean NoblePublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Orchard
There was a young farmer who grew fond of his family apple orchard. He would play in the orchard, pick apples when he was hungry, and
Matthew PrimousPublished 2 days ago in PoetsTale of Maduka and Kasiemobi’s Annulment:
No, well meaning woman enters into a relationship, to be defrauded A partners hands, full of gray goldenrod... Flawed giving ones all,
Saroyan ColesPublished 2 days ago in Poets
