They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I find you in the stupidest seams— the hoodie string you once re-tied because I “never do it right,” The way my headphones knot themselves
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
The night held its breath "And I found it to be a respite," I "And then came you— not loudly. not suddenly, but enough to be noticed.
By iftikhar Ahmad9 months ago in Poets
Today is Christmas Day... A day that I always enjoy spending with family. There are a lot of things that you can write about when it comes to this Holiday.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM9 months ago in Poets
Sitting in the Dark The dark does not explain itself, it waits without defence. No speeches made, no reasons offered, just presence dense and still.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Since you last saw me, the sun we share has set, since you last saw me, we’ve both become depressed, since you last saw me, I feel like I’ve been wilting,
By Reece Beckett9 months ago in Poets
I don’t pray the way people in movies pray— no clasped hands, no perfect words, No sudden choir behind the sink. ﹁﹂ Mine happens in bathrooms, mostly,
When Crying Ends After the crying stops, something heavier remains. Not sadness exactly, more like emptied ground. Tears clean the surface briefly,
I step back when the air shifts. Not suddenly-just enough to keep the quiet from becoming heavy. I notice the moment it starts, the ease and the way my body softens into it. How being seen stops feeling so accidental. Closeness is not a threat and I am not in danger but that is when I can no longer stay. I am on fire and set ablaze.
By Bailey9 months ago in Poets
Why Do Fools Never Learn I watched the warning signs line up in red, they waved like hands that wanted me to stop. I told myself that love knew better plans,
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By Sun Bee9 months ago in Poets
You Wanted a Child Bride for a Passport to the UK You spoke of love with papers in your hand, your vows were written smaller than your need.
