They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The wind Blew dispassionately, & The Sunflowers 🌻Dangled jointly✨ I saw him grasp her hand, & Together they Two Stepped
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)3 years ago in Poets
How do I keep my hands from shaking – like an overeager pet – when they at last notice their master's marked gaze after walking softly through
By Brooke Farrar3 years ago in Poets
A headline I recently read, declared that belts with holes are dead A chill ran down my spine, suddenly my world grew cold, was this real, a disaster foretold?
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Poets
Ring Running in circles From here to forever This adamantine piece of trust I lay upon my skin A symbol of a promise To love you until we are dust
By Colton Babladelis3 years ago in Poets
Note: this was written for Real Poetic's ''Spilt Milk Challenge''. I wrote about my family in very tight stanzas, and I hope that the message is clear...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
She became the warrior she was intended to be Making brokenness look sublime And a shattered heart and soul divinely beautiful
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Poets
they say you don’t have to do it all on your own. yes you fucking do. if you want to keep your limbs intact and your heart whole
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
I met your mother today at one of our old haunts three years from the day you burned the bridge between us. Part of me was afraid to approach, but God knows I’m glad I did.
By Ro3 years ago in Poets
Between these sheets, our love is passion Caressing, lying nude, our favorite fashion Wrapped up, twisted in them together,
By Nina Sexton3 years ago in Poets
Who writes an ode to odes? Who dares to be so bold? Or is it all just a load A pile of… Okay just wrap it up It’s too dumb
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
HOOONNNEEEYYY!! Where are my pants? I laugh at that line every time And every time I hear the word pantser That’s where my mind goes
Beckoned home by dawn’s light, the valley lost in a shadow. Alone I wander, calling out your name, but the creator came To take you home.
By Jazzy 3 years ago in Poets
