They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Your box of Barbies sit on the shelf A keepsake of sorts, a conquest, a shrine Good sir, are you proud of yourself? ~~~~
By Mikayla Rose10 months ago in Poets
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
I hear your voice when the night grows still, a quiet echo threading through my chest, and every memory bends to your will.
By Kashif Wazir10 months ago in Poets
I stand again where your footsteps used to fall, a quiet doorway holding the ghost of your name, and every breath reminds me of it all.
I walk the road where your voice used to stay, a soft echo rising from the quiet ground, and every thought pulls me back your way.
I keep returning to the words we left unsaid, soft echoes drifting through the quiet night, and every path I take leads where you once led.
I keep returning to the place your smile once stayed, where sunlight touched your face like a gentle vow, and every step I take feels somehow delayed.
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen 10 months ago in Poets
Purposely looking for the right man to be my base Where I am relaxed from all plights A strong man that can keep me in pace
By Sarah Danaher10 months ago in Poets
I met you in a season that wasn't ready for us- the air too thin, the days too loud, our lives running parallel like two trains
By E.S.Flint 10 months ago in Poets
I watched the night swallow the day Forced to let the outcome be And thought of things I didn't say My whispered ruminating led me astray
By Aaron Morrison10 months ago in Poets
The Door That Shouldn’t Open There’s a door in my house that no one remembers building, a thin wooden frame that hums late at night.
