They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Overdue A Top Story Here? I know my poetry is good. Not perfect. Not polished to death. Good because it is lived in. Good because it is mine.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
She rereads the text: “You’re pathetic, hanging around those women, hoping loneliness will lower their bars.” She knows it won’t fix anything.
By Tina D. Lopez7 months ago in Poets
In the corner, silent, the old clock stands, Its hands forever still, like forgotten plans. It ticked through laughter, the joy and sorrow
I gave my HEART away right there, where loving you was forbidden. I spent a LIFETIME standing still, where even a moment was forbidden.
By Komal7 months ago in Poets
What words speak out There’s so much pain inside There’s not enough tears to describe The demons are circling me It would be so easy to give in
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️7 months ago in Poets
In shadows deep where whispers hide, A tale unfolds, too dark to bide. This ragged doll with eyes so bleak, Is not mere play; it speaks, it seeks.
Two Faces I Wear Doesn’t everyone have two faces— A light and a dark one? My light shows family and friends, “I am okay, I brace the storm.”
When my father died, the house did not collapse. It continued its small obediences; the refrigerator humming, the clock insisting on seconds,
By Ajan Lori A. 7 months ago in Poets
I used to be constantly on the go, whether cycling or by train. Rushing, with too much to do, eagerly moving towards the future.
By Sun Bee7 months ago in Poets
For Sheeba, My Loyal Shadow In black and white, a spirit so bright, Sheeba, my companion, my love, my light. With every wag and every glance,
In a suitcase on left on a train, tucked away, A teddy bear waitsfor Tommy,still and grey. Once filled with laughter, cuddles tight,
A Final Journey Home At eighteen, he ventured, chasing a dream, To the UK, where futures glimmered and gleamed. Yet in twenty-one’s shadow, his voyage was spent,
