They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Life is a struggle, I wander alone. The darkness surrounds me; I’m lost on my own. I drift through the ocean, no shoreline in sight, Surrounded by darkness, consumed by the night. The sky offers nothing, no light to guide me. Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
By ChezaLunaabout an hour ago in Poets
The Rules Are Different for Me I’m told to wait. Wait until the papers are signed. Wait until the judge says it’s over. Wait until the marriage that already ended on the inside is officially dead on paper.
By ChezaLunaabout 2 hours ago in Poets
perhaps an act of kindness … no ability to recall — found…abandoned subdued, confined identified / dna ScReAmIng **
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
There’s a hole in the shape of a sentence I never got to finish. It sits right behind my ribs, a small, deliberate vacancy where something warm used to answer back.
By Syl De'Vilabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Lost in the Colours of a Broken Mind I wandered through my own thoughts where nothing stayed the same, blue became a memory and red forgot my name.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 15 hours ago in Poets
THE CENTURY THAT RAN The nineteen hundreds entered With smoke in the air, With hope in its pocket And war everywhere. Men left on the railway, Their mothers stood still, The trains crossed the country, Then vanished uphill.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about 21 hours ago in Poets
THE HAUNTED CREEK Down by the haunted creek, Where nobody goes, The water runs slowly, And nobody knows. Why mist hugs the water, Why trees bend so low, Why footsteps keep following, Wherever you go.
They could shoot every star from the sky, and only yours would remain. Even if the entire heavens were emptied, somehow your light would endure in their place.
By K.H. Obergfollabout 22 hours ago in Poets
THE HOUSE THAT CRIED AT NIGHT The house began to cry at twelve, Its windows filled with rain, The floorboards whispered underneath, She won’t come home again.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
I play them on repeat again and again I can't press delete No matter how long it's been... the sound of your voice fills
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
Our relationship is like a wild wolf on a chain. It's long past time to release it. Our relationship is like added weight on a load-bearing wall. It's long past time to increase it.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡a day ago in Poets
Negative Space challenge: Prompt - Write a poem shaped by what's missing. Let an absence, omission, or empty space become as important as what you put on the page.
By Denise E Lindquista day ago in Poets
