heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Hypergraphia
“Cause every time we touch I feel this static” Okay, that’s enough Cascada Maybe I should switch it to Mas que Nada No, not the Mendes version
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsNo is the new yes
the business boys are being taught to never take ‘no’ for an answer their actions have the potential to kill girls quicker than cancer
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Beginning of the Semester
No textbooks or course outlines, calendars and plans. Students running like chickens, headless, with less control. Staff hiding from teachers; teachers hunting staff...
Kendall DefoePublished 7 months ago in Poets- Top Story - August 2023
The Psyche's Canvas
In the shadows deep, where my thoughts entwine, A realm unseen, in my human mind. Whispers haunt, both dark and wise, The confusing mix of truth and lies.
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 7 months ago in Poets Another Morning, Another Day
Oh Look Awake again. Another morning Another day Heart didn't give up Breathing didn't give stop That hole I fell down
Paul StewartPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Pathway Of My Brain
You leave beautiful bruises I've still got the scars to prove it Every touch I lose it You run through the pathway of my brain
Frankie MartinelliPublished 7 months ago in PoetsI will not be an inconsiderate mom even though I was raised by one.
“You pulled my ear hard and told me I’m a dumb girl” My mom: “I don’t remember doing that” “You compared me to your friends’ sons and daughters”
Diani AlvarengaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHarmonious Hearts: A Symphony of Love
Introduction Emily, a young woman with a heart full of dreams, had always been drawn to the arts. Her passion for painting led her to frequent the café, where the large windows allowed her to bask in natural light while sketching her colorful visions.
Sharif deenPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHeal Me
Now that I’m older I can feel the ghosts in my shoulder Where did they come from An old injury My right side It’s almost always my right side
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 months ago in PoetsRunaway Lover
Through moonlit woods, he chose to flee, A runaway lover, wild and free. His heart untamed, his spirit ablaze, Seeking new horizons, in a mysterious maze.
Taiwo VictorPublished 7 months ago in PoetsWhispers of the Midnight Mind
In the realm where shadows dwell, Nightmares dance, a wicked spell. Surrealism twists the mind, In dreamscape's grasp, we're confined.
Dhinesh kumar.PPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBeware The Thaw
This photo was taken by my friend Michelle Dickey. With a heart as beautiful as her skill ***** Broken, but still standing.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 7 months ago in Poets