They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Hurt by Your Thorns I held the red rose in my hand its beauty caught me I could not stand the petals soft like whispered lies
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Dog You heard the clang of chains in the dark You read the tale of the locksmith, the man who welded nightmares into steel. You shuddered at the locksmith’s wife,
The granite like tiles made no sense for a hospital floor Why would gold sparkling specks against cloud-white belong? The phone in the waiting room would ring ever so often
By Shirley Belk7 months ago in Poets
Your Roots Are Too Deep Your roots went further than I could survive, they did not stop where love should pause. They tightened around my days and nights,
My body remembers before my mind does the way my shoulders climb When a door shuts too hard, The way my stomach goes quiet
By Milan Milic7 months ago in Poets
It is time for the transformation. It is not goodbye, rather a new beginning. There could be a small rally. That is a normal happening, a short delay.
By Andrea Corwin 7 months ago in Poets
Prayers for safety, prayers for peace, Prayers that violence would finally cease. Prayers for realization, hearts made aware,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast7 months ago in Poets
It was so innocent at first. We clicked so fast. Loving him came easy, his eyes were so understanding. His touch, so gentle.
By Amanda Lyons7 months ago in Poets
“Where there is love, there is no room for fear.” “The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.”
By Zakir Ullah7 months ago in Poets
The Raven’s Curse The raven circles. One eye pale, One eye black. It sees all. It lands, Where the dying crawl. Its shadow presses,
We weren't close But you were my twin We had a complex history But we chose commitment instead It always hung out And I saw your pain
By Destiny S. Harris7 months ago in Poets
Pursued by a dream, pursuing dreams. Ignored by others, ignoring others. What you give, is what you receive. Experience I'd proudly put on my CV:
By Sun Bee7 months ago in Poets
