They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Lucky me, I used to be a tall tree I was burned down, but a flower survived Unlucky me, Hamas wants to kill me How contrived these worse than ISIS derived
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
Amber fields, waving grain Heartstrings taut and sore with strain Maw of earth, open wide Dreams of darkness lie inside Fallen to a fickle fate
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Poets
You always loomed so large, stories above me the perfect me You lacked details So i let you borrow a rib formed my brown skin
By Semara3 years ago in Poets
We wandered through landscapes, painted in silence's hue, Words unspoken, like whispers lost in skies of blue. Each glance, a stolen poem, yearning to find its voice,
By a broken heart3 years ago in Poets
White space fills the canvas, where once your presence bloomed, A stark reminder of a garden uncaressed, consumed. Each empty chair an echo of laughter long since stilled,
He loves me Smiling as I pull a petal off the daisy’s flower My heart skips a beat as I think of you He loves me not He loves me
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Poets
Looking at the gray walls, touching them, they are freezing cold. I feel it, they are strong and then as the ash soft. At the small window, I see...somewhere far away,
By Ina Zeneli3 years ago in Poets
She waddles into the night like the Sun The white wine turning blue in her bowel The Cosmos did not encourage her gun Neither did she ask for a new vowel
A playground fills up Two gunmen take their places What will it take, change?
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
Water takes its leave The Earth has lost her marble Humans disbelieve
In parchment's embrace, a story unfurls, A letter, a vessel for heart's soft whirls. In ink's delicate dance, emotions abide,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
In the hush of the cold, winter's breath, When the moon casts its silver sheath, The world seems to pause, in a quiet repose,
