They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A Guide Sent To Help A Poet Do Well You were not sent fire, or thunder, or fear, only a steady face that does not flinch.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Attention everyone! We have an announcement — This world has been so broken in years… It was toxic— It was chaotic— and it was cruel…
By Meghan LeVaughn 8 months ago in Poets
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambert8 months ago in Poets
I used to measure my worth by who replied. By the little typing bubble, by the seen-check, by whether you showed up When you said you would.
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Dark Spirits Walking The Earth They walk beside us with borrowed faces, eyes steady, holding centuries in their calm. Not ghosts, not myths, not things we summon,
Sadness never knocked— it learned the shape of my room, sat beside unfinished thoughts, and stayed without asking. I smiled in public, like a well-practiced lie, while something heavy kept rearranging my chest.
By Jhon smith8 months ago in Poets
You don’t have to run where the crowd has gone, Or chase every dream that is loudly drawn. Walk your path, steady, honest, and true,
By Artical Media8 months ago in Poets
The hurt I have in me It's crazy Never again I will never fold again Or step that low I learned from my mistakes And what I thought was love or list
By Nicolethepoet TV8 months ago in Poets
I used to watch the sky for you. If your voice went tight, I’d start gathering blankets soft words, extra patience, a laugh to lighten the room
I need to forgive and forget. The bad days and nights - crying all the time. The fights of hatred and telling of lies. The shortness of life.
By Joe Boesch8 months ago in Poets
I Forbid You To Leave Me The room tightened when you said nothing, As if silence had weight and intent. Walls leaned closer to listen,
I loved you And now it's time to bury it with the shovel you handed me
By Bixi Hernandez8 months ago in Poets
