They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything. Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.
By John Smith8 months ago in Poets
If the World Forgot to Turn I write this letter, darling, to you, In hope it cheers you when you’re blue. I miss you like a treasured painting, a work of art.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
To desire another’s love is quite an art. However, such an art can be very hideous; when that desired lover turns out to be the toxic poison your system yearns for
By WiseWhale_218 months ago in Poets
I used to think protection meant a wall brick, barbed wire, a mean face, something heavy enough to make people back up. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
I used to think strength was loud doors slammed, voices raised, a victory speech with fireworks and somebody crying in the background.
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
Containers laid out in silent rows You planned it to last a week But as you measure, the soul knows The answer is not what you seek.
By Natasja Rose8 months ago in Poets
I hope that the next time you hurt someone you feel their pain as if it were your own. ~ That when you see their tears,
By Ophelia Keane Braeden8 months ago in Poets
From the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been. I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh.
September 19, 2018 I cant tell… If I’m going to throw up Or cry, but regardless I feel like I’m going to die. I cant stand the thought of another moment, without you by my side
By GNoMe8 months ago in Poets
I wouldn’t explain love with borrowed words— I would show you its fire, its truth. How can I hold you close when your heart belongs to another?
By LUNA EDITH8 months ago in Poets
I used to fold myself in half on other people’s couches, knees to chest, laughing softly like an apology. ﹁﹂ I mastered the art of “it’s fine,”
