They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
High fidelity; crown on your head You wear it like a burnt marshmallow Lying between your teeth Sticky, charred and sweet.
By Vitaline9 months ago in Poets
My body opens floating over Chicago, like a day unsure of what the weather will bring. Old smoke signals echo through my bones,
By Mara Suttmann-Lea9 months ago in Poets
Salamanders of the Ash They slither through the dying embers, red scales glinting in the smoke, whispers curl from their mouths like sparks,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
It does not matter how high you rise... How great you become... How skilled you are... How far you've come... How phenomenal things have been...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM9 months ago in Poets
I am drowning in the Pacific Ocean. With my body floating I am difficult back to above. Close my eyes. My heart is contemplating
By Mirda G9 months ago in Poets
“Our Torch Charlie Kirk” By Riccardo Marini – September 2025 He stood for God, for family, for love, A messenger of light, sent from above.
By Richard9 months ago in Poets
In the oldest part of the city, where broken streetlights flickered like tired stars and silence felt heavier than noise, there lived a young poet named Ayaan. His world was small—one narrow room with peeling paint, a wooden table, and a window that looked down at a restless street. But inside that small room existed entire universes, created by ink, pain, and unspoken emotions.
By Anas Khan9 months ago in Poets
Hope will not fade, until the last flame flickers and dies Until the last star is gone, leaving only empty skies Hope will not die, as long as there is light
By Natasja Rose9 months ago in Poets
The Last Fire I watched the fire tremble at the edge of night, its red tongue licking the air, then shrinking back, a shadow of warmth folding into the cold,
It didn’t end with a speech. No slammed door, No, “we need to talk” That finally did the job. ﹁﹂ It ended in tiny ways—
By Milan Milic9 months ago in Poets
We were always almost— almost a plan, almost a promise, almost “come meet my friends,” almost “stay the night.” ﹃﹄ You kept your toothbrush in your bag
Blaze of the Salamanders The fire roars like a beast untamed, flames leaping, hissing, striking the sky, and the salamanders writhe in its heart,
