They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Dear Kids You want to grow up so fast Mom wants you to stay small When mom looks at you she still sees a little one You look at yourself and see an "adult"
By LaShunta H7 months ago in Poets
Limerence. I watch two boys love, fall in love, make love. I watch and I yearn/regret/wish/hate. ཀ I want the strong jaw, like a coarse-cut diamond:
By Jennifer A. G.7 months ago in Poets
I used to wake up Not knowing where I was The blur between days Days to weeks Weeks to months Still here, but not really
By Gail Fredricks7 months ago in Poets
susan will die soon. i can see it - her color is pale and mottled; her body shudders unconsciously. i can smell it - the sterility of the hospital masks the worst of the sour backdrop.
By kp7 months ago in Poets
My heart breaks like shards of glass, Left on the floor, in tiny pieces, Though my love is still made to last; Your pain tears me into pieces,
By Carol Ann Townend7 months ago in Poets
I don't want to be left behind. All my cousins are getting married and I'm not, It's fine. I'm happy, I am. But I don't want to be the last one adding a plate to my grandmother's table.
By Dylan 7 months ago in Poets
ex hiding secrets my presence sets off alarms "friends" oblivious
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
Playing Games Haiku Playing with my head You think you’re a step ahead playing with my head ♦️♣️♥️♠️ Playing Games With My Head
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Why do shame, hesitation, fear, and quiet anxiety refuse to walk gently between us? Why must they stand like guarded doors
By luna hart7 months ago in Poets
A hauntingly emotional poem about silent longing, unspoken love, and the inevitable pull of a heart that refuses to forget. It explores distance, desire, and the moment when love calls someone back without a single word.
By Luna Vani7 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Lied His Life Away He smiled like he meant it, but never did, each promise he made just slid through the grid.
I'm finding myself all tangled and tied bending my roots just to keep me alive gathering the warmth till my tears have run dry
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
