They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
OK Moon, I've been delaying this for long enough; But there is something that we must clear the air about. It's been years ago you promised me love under a full moon;
By Timothy E Jones11 months ago in Poets
The Long Spelling of Us We started as a scribbled note on crumpled notebook lines. Two letters trading glances in a forest full of signs.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Moon I once adored you, I thought your beauty The grandest In The sky But lately I’ve come to realize In my heart I never loved you
By Sam Spinelli11 months ago in Poets
I watch her grow and hope the past will not repeat. She carries my fire, bright and impossible to tame. I promise her a love that will never know retreat.
By Autumn Stew11 months ago in Poets
What if the love you give is only borrowed time? I've known the way devotion turns and learns to bruise. I hold my breath, trust you, soft, fragile, and mine.
Streets ring hollow. • Millions of lights scattered throughout town. I feel that I am the only eyes to see them. • There is the buzzing of the still-awake machines. Diminuendo.
By Guia Nocon11 months ago in Poets
The Woman Who Lived Behind the Smile She woke each day before the sun, Her face a mask, the war begun. A cup of tea, a trembling hand,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Unmasked by Rain The storm came down the narrow street, soft-footed, oddly sweet; It tapped on every shuttered thought and pooled around my feet.
Oh la lune, ever present when I need you most even in your partial glow, you stay my heart: unrecognizable, puddled, cold
By Ash11 months ago in Poets
A Drop in My Ocean You were a moment meant to pass, a simple wave upon my shore, yet somehow you became the tide, that moved the deepest part of me.
Unfolded like a flower in your garden Intoxicated by the power of your touch Unaware that your heart had grown hardened I displayed my pedals secrets in your church
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
His Last Wishes I watched the last fire fading tonight, its quiet light drifting softly through air, and it felt like the world learning to end,
