They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A clock work heart A Clockwork Heart Is Still Breakable, You Know. They said a heart of gears would never feel, That steel would guard the chambers of the soul,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Mummy, why does my water always taste salty? We aren’t sea creatures We don’t live in the saline sea Playing with the fishes
By abby6 months ago in Poets
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadira6 months ago in Poets
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
Strings Upon The Mind Who holds the strings above us? Who moves the quiet fingers? There are whispers behind thought, And shadows behind choice.
I showed him my crazy when I got ahold of his phone. Thumbs flying through numbers he swore he didn’t know. Texted each woman with a heart by her name.
By Tina D. Lopez6 months ago in Poets
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
Cold snap coming, set to collide right smack into the warm front, possibly spawning tornadoes cyclones twisters, snapping treetops like matchsticks,
By Harper Lewis 6 months ago in Poets
Winter rain on glass Echoes of your whispered vows Leaves fall, heart still, cold
By Forest Green6 months ago in Poets
Of course I don’t love you anymore. You couldn’t even treat me like I was a human being, Worthy of respect and consideration.
By Meredith Harmon6 months ago in Poets
The horrors of humanity have never been more televised. A novel tragedy thrums through waves reaching my eyes and ears any time I flip on a TV.
By Lolly Vieira6 months ago in Poets
