They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Your regret trickles down my fingers my flesh is raw and rugged my skull is cracked and in every crevice, I carry your thoughts
By Perry Kay3 years ago in Poets
when they ask darling who hurt you i cannot point fingers except at me. the one who cut my flesh burned my skin drew my scars
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of a love now torn, Lie fragments of a heart, once whole and warm. A symphony of whispers, echoes of the past,
By Mantasha3 years ago in Poets
For my inexpensive dopamine dose, I trade in hazy thoughts and unsteady knees. It’s a costly exchange, this currency of mine.
By Charles L.3 years ago in Poets
***Because I cannot actually see the full moon tonight, I wrote a short poem for August's Super Blue Moon.*** The moon arose once again.
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
i hate that he is here for all of us girls to share he asks me “why do you even care?” which i do not think is at all fair
By Kiesha’s Diary3 years ago in Poets
As I swim across this ocean of a single iris blossom, I set my heart's sail to you. Aware of the pain, neglect is the remedy i choose.
By Dante Arrivederci 3 years ago in Poets
I have to build this plain today. I separate the streets, I surrender the sides to the four cardinal points, from a place off, I open the doors
By MecAsaf3 years ago in Poets
It was the last passenger of the day! He was alone on the bus glad they're spending all that money just to take me up eighth avenue.
We occupy the beach of love between sand-filled Picasso mandolins and half-buried sphinx paws and picnic papers dead crab legs
The same image flashed through my mind every time I tried to sleep The skeleton in the basement, it's calling me, it's calling me
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Was it you in the throng of onlookers- Your smile wide, eyes as bright as they are still burned into the edges of memory?
By Sarah Lenn3 years ago in Poets
