They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
If Timothy White Jr. were Captain America, perhaps one fling of the superhero’s trademark shield could have saved the day. But this was real life. And though White has dressed up as Captain America for conventions, parades and the local Anti-Bullying Superhero Day, when he spotted trouble on this September afternoon he wasn’t wearing his costume and couldn’t fall back on any superpowers.
By Sudhir4 years ago in Poets
Dear child with the adventurous heart and curious mind, All you wanted was to explore stories between pages, To draw the characters and leave reality behind.
By Naomi Tyhurst4 years ago in Poets
Dear Fate, I have to know, to what do I await? What is there in store for me what did you predate? * I don't mean my departing,
By B4 years ago in Poets
i can’t do this. blood is constantly flowing out me, but i didn’t expect it to change from red to a colour i don’t recognize.
By Rubiewrites🩸 4 years ago in Poets
I’m done with thank you’s I’m done with praising your esteem because today you decided to be kind I’m done with elevating you
By Samantha Russo4 years ago in Poets
Dear Beloved, As I sit down to write this letter, I find myself lost in thought, Thinking of the memories we've shared, And the love that we have wrought.
By Car Community4 years ago in Poets
In dreams, we weave a world anew, Where magic reigns and skies are blue, A place where anything can be, And all the limits set us free.
By AZ4 years ago in Poets
Dear Emily, It has been twenty-three days since my last transmission. That’s twenty-three days too long, my darling. And sadly, it seems it will be longer. Things have not gone well up here.
By Kelley Zherzhi4 years ago in Poets
Dear Aquarius, You know who you are. Without even saying a word you know it is you. I have written you letters before. None quite as hard as this.
By Chloe Unfiltered4 years ago in Poets
As we journey through life, time moves so fast, From the joys of youth to the wisdom of the past, And with each passing year, we gain and we lose,
By Mutahir Ahsan4 years ago in Poets
Dear Lisa, lady of the city Slight of hand. I am sorry I did not see that my moments of shock were your normality I did not grasp your true reality
By Antoinette L Brey4 years ago in Poets
Dear John, You look misplaced, Here, on the metal table. Disheveled beard, jaw stiff. I'm glad I didn't know you Before the accident;
By Salomé Saffiri4 years ago in Poets
