They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
i hope the next time you see me i’m in mid-laugh tears starting to fill my eyes my stomach hurting from all the laughter
By joi poetry4 years ago in Poets
“Larissa, I put a new patient in room four for you,” Merry Haines, the Hope County Hospital ER charge nurse, called out. “Okay.” Larissa Brockman finished documenting on her recent discharge and
By Daily RunTwo 4 years ago in Poets
sweet grief the size of a melon cannot be contained in this body is overflowing leaking seeping in through layers of those who,
By Anna Aimée Finken 4 years ago in Poets
REVEREND: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here together, to witness this man and this lady, make a solemn vow forever.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 4 years ago in Poets
The other night we searched for excuses for this not to end, only we didn’t allow ourselves to realize it quite yet. You wanted to play another episode, but I stopped you from being too eager.
By Dakota Love Dangler4 years ago in Poets
Take a look at my life. Something important of which I hardly ever glance. If you trace the path I have been on forever you’ll see that I am great at squandering a second chance.
By Joe Patterson4 years ago in Poets
We’re fighting And all the children fall Into the posies that fell Out of their pockets We’re fighting again What else is new, rosy cheeks
By Yasmin Ben-David4 years ago in Poets
Leave me. Let me go. Don't worry. Your baby girl, she's gonna be fine Didn't need anything from you except a dollar and a dime
By Sadie Hirsch 4 years ago in Poets
I know… It’s been hard, you’ve been trying, exasperation is always just below the surface. I know the pain is great and the past still hurts. I know the future seems dark always dark there is no light. I know you are weary tired of doing this on your own.
By Lesa Hunt4 years ago in Poets
Grief, a tricky one. Is the opposite of love not indifference? Is this what happens when the circuit is broken? When the purest of energy has no way to cycle back,
By Devyn Marie 4 years ago in Poets
I spy you atop that peaked height cloaked in your shadows and fear. Black demon of starlight, dark angel of despair. Is it for you the battle rages?
By E.B. Mahoney4 years ago in Poets
She awakens to the red sunrise adorning her window, And lays watching the colour spread over her world, She knows she should be impressed, knows the view is glorious,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
