They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
You are inside of me, Your influence wrapped around My psyche like a vise; You molded, made So much of who I am today. I will never not be
By Bex Jordan10 months ago in Poets
The signs were there from the beginning, All roads lead to betrayal. But after a while, we settle, we believe. Comfort leads to complacency—Maybe the words “I can change” really hold meaning.
By Jessie Waddell10 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Walked Through Storms Rain bowed around her, Falling aside, Clearing the pathway, Where she would glide. Clouds bent in warning,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Eye of the Branches The eye looked out through living wood, Its gaze both endless, calm, and near, It saw the secrets buried deep,
Your mouth arrived like airport gates—announcements, hurried light— A kiss that kept its laces tied, already late for the flight.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
our seasons aren't the same but they're colliding juicy starburst leaves on my side // yours have all stopped falling how can we be so close and still so far from being
By Amber Grace10 months ago in Poets
Feet, don’t fail me tonight, Each step a stumble, each breath a quake, Within these halls, I stand contrite. Here drifts the air, a perfumed invite;
By Markéta Vegrichtová 10 months ago in Poets
She stood at the window, tracing the horizon where the plane had vanished into the pale blue. The city felt smaller now, like it had shrunk in the absence of her laughter.
By Melanie10 months ago in Poets
The moon keeps its secrets well. It watches us as we shine under borrowed light. Holding our wishes like quiet confessions.
By Emily10 months ago in Poets
I know that this thought may seem overdue the summer's gone now and fall has ended too rain, rain please go away, I'm feeling blue
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
Roasting Marshmallows at the firepit with notions of ghost stories is not quite the same as Microwavable Ramen Noodle Dinner Surprise.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman10 months ago in Poets
The Mind That Climbs Back Up Some days I crumble, Quiet and small, Hearing the echoes, Deep in the hall. My thoughts turn jagged,
