They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Is Getting Along Enough? Today the headline whispers through the nations, through crowded rooms and quiet kitchen chairs.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Five Cities The city of thieves does not sleep, Its streets coil like blackened serpents, And the walls themselves seem to lean inward,
Where Did My Life Go To? Tonight the headline breaks inside my chest, no ink, no paper, no witness but me. Where did my life go to, tell me plainly,
I will not mourn you. Instead, I will hope For an open casket with Your pale visage on final display Inside the cardboard packaging
By Obsidian Words7 months ago in Poets
Where She Breaks She stands in a room full of mirrors, Yet cannot bear her own reflection. Her lipstick bleeds beyond the line,
No Dosh for the Madam She woke one morning sharp with scheme, A crown imagined, bold and bright, She said, I shall be Madam now,
bruise under my ribs learning to breathe differently inhale and exhale
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
I want you to look for me as I look for you, to be your first and last thought as you are mine. I want you to look at me with the same
By Benny7 months ago in Poets
He Cast the Last Tide He rose before the gulls, boots wet, hands salted with the tide. The boat groaned under his weight,
I thank you for breaking my spirit So I can grow stronger than ever. Having witnessed all the tragedies inflicted on the soul and body
By Sun Bee7 months ago in Poets
Michael Kontell’s journal: May 12th Something is off in the forest, bro. At least that’s how Major Admural would describe it.
By Gabriel B. Shames7 months ago in Poets
Breaking Inside Anxiety The news flickers in my chest, loud and urgent. Every thought a headline, every heartbeat a ticker.
