They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
There’s a lost and found inside my chest, a box behind the ribs, where all the almosts and not-quites go with half-chewed ticket stubs.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Floating in a sea of disbelief Itching for relief Stripped of every belief I once held dear Bereaved of my self Shucking the sleeve of my former reality
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Window That Cried Rain tapped like tiny bones, Across the broken glass I stared, Inside the room, voices lingered, I did not know if they called me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
me ? leave you ? i could never do it so i was given no choice lifeless in my arms like they KNEW it would be the end of me
By Amber Grace10 months ago in Poets
Murder in the Garage His garage was sacred a place he trusted, a room that held more truth than air. He took the bodies
We watch the piano burn in a field that used to be a place for summer things— picnics, bad kisses, half-finished songs.
By LaRae Pynas10 months ago in Poets
My inbox has a small, dim country called Drafts— unmailed letters, half-born thoughts, whole lives I almost chose and didn’t.
don’t know what to say don’t know what to write but if i don’t get this out i’ll never feel right. i honestly don’t understand
By Courtney Ann10 months ago in Poets
Our love was born in gold, on mornings bathed in sun And died in blackest red beneath the moon I fought to keep my soul, but fate, it seems, has won.
By Rose Esposito10 months ago in Poets
An aching heart stumbles upon visions of roaring fondness before collapsing into astonishment. Daring occurrences reconnecting after months of smitten coincidences.
By Valerie Lyles10 months ago in Poets
Waking up in a lot of pain Body carrying yesterday's stress Playing back everything in my head Because I am not a professional worker
By L.I.E10 months ago in Poets
It’s well past midnight, And a single blue spotlight Illuminates the Shaman Dancing like a king serpent. Time is slipping away,
By Darryl Houston Smith10 months ago in Poets
