They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Blow Wind Blow Blow wind blow, not across the trees, not across the roofs, come for me instead, I am standing here like something left behind,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Messages From My Dead Wife The first time, I thought it was grief playing tricks, A voice shaped from longing, nothing more,
I was your perfect alibi Never did lie Choosing silence Hid your violence Violet was my favorite hue Black eyes changed view
By Tina D. Lopez6 months ago in Poets
Do you remember the promise ? The promise you made to stay... But yet you left - Not forever, I guess? The whispered promise to celebrate?
By Aahna Rajesh6 months ago in Poets
You see something gentle. A woman who smiles at the right moments, who nods like she understands how this is supposed to go,
By Danielle Katsouros6 months ago in Poets
Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM6 months ago in Poets
I breathe it in — the darkness. It courses through my veins, filling my nose, burning as it drips down the back of my throat.
By Amanda Abela6 months ago in Poets
Introduction These are just some words about how, when we lose friends and things we love, the memories are always with us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
This is but a free write. I've been in a handful of relationships to understand when a heart is broken. I'm currently in a situation-ship that moved to fast but is strong now. However, I'm always stuck with the same problem.
By Anonymous Writer 3786 months ago in Poets
A dream, dormant for decades, Returns all at once, Triggered by a movie. Words flow onto the page, Every silly move forgotten.
By Sun Bee6 months ago in Poets
I remember mornings when sunlight spilled over dirt roads, when possibility filled every conversation, and voices carried trust, not suspicion.
By Tim Carmichael6 months ago in Poets
Dungeons and Murders Beneath the stones where time forgets, a hollow breath begins to crawl, the dungeon walls are slick with grief,
