They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Unwanted and the Wanted Some arrive like storms, shaking rooms with their weight, their voices loud, their hands too quick,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
The Cost of Touch I mistook hunger for devotion once, your hands spoke vows your mouth never held. Love wore a borrowed face in low light,
Aww one is so sweet One wants to learn more about me But then that's him The one I trust, well my heart trust The one I call to cry too, that does not answer
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
Hurting Hurting lives beneath the skin, it does not always show its face. It moves quietly through the days, keeping time at its own pace.
The heartbreak you are emerging from is different from the heartbreak of feeling uncared for. The peaceful solitude of being alone is different from the lonely isolation of being with someone.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing9 months ago in Poets
People who are desired don’t have to dream themselves to sleep I dream of touch because my waking life withholds it And fall asleep replaying imagined moments
By Rini Mulani 9 months ago in Poets
She stands in the hallway the way small birds stand in storms, too fragile for the wind, too brave to fly away. *** Her pajamas still smell like sleep,
By Aarsh Malik9 months ago in Poets
Delicate flower i hear your cries Your thorns lonely like my eyes Your petals fall like my tears Only hope brought us here
By Anonymous_poet139 months ago in Poets
The paper was just junk mail at first— a coupon for toothpaste, a dentist reminder, Your name misspelled in the corner like a dare.
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
How To Miss A Stranger By H. M. Zike What is it to miss a stranger? Someone who, by definition, you know nothing about. Someone whom you have no memory of ever meeting.
By MissyMarie 9 months ago in Poets
I fold the day into itself like a paper crane crease by crease, until my thumb aches. The kitchen light flickers—cheap bulb, old habit—
The Doctors Who Kept the Eyes They wore white coats and clean smiles, hands steady, voices rehearsed, speaking of care and treatment,
