heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Hurt by U
I got with someone Before you came along Say 'hey beautiful' in the DMs Right in the PM Talk all night until it reached the early AM
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Silent Sea
Upon the shore, the silent sea awaits, Whispering tales in its tranquil state, Where waves embrace the hush of night, A symphony of calm, a soothing sight.
Ensnared by Shadows
In the realm where the enigmatic succubus exists, questions swirl like elusive whispers in the night. Can one truly feel more than mere desire for these beguiling creatures? Are their powers solely a tantalizing dance with sexual longing, capable of hunting you even within the labyrinth of your dreams? Is it possible to dismiss these seductive charms, or are we helplessly drawn into their intoxicating web?
to quench this thirst
washing hands beneath a tap of drought no running water falls from this spout pleading for the least if only a drip
Skylar WhitneyPublished 8 months ago in PoetsAmethyst
I stood in that spot on the beach a small shore, it’s only a mountain lake pacing one side to the other soles imprinted in each step
Skylar WhitneyPublished 8 months ago in PoetsShe's Gone
I have been away - in grief - in shelter - and preparing to continue the legacy of a true Saint. If a physical heart could break, I hear the threads of mine split in two. I saw it coming, but the moment left me unprepared for the emotional barrage of debilitating emotions. My soul cried, my heart ached, and her death revealed the unimaginable. My Angel sits in the wind now - guiding me always!
"Unwavering Friendship: You Were There for Me"
I was there for you, a steadfast friend, In the depths of night, when shadows descend, Through the trials and storms, we did transcend,
Meditation in the Dark
It's time to meditate Just sit back and relax Let's start by closing our eyes Focusing on just your breathing In the nose
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI Loved a Dreamer on the Haziest of Mornings
I loved a dreamer this morning, His dark hair, and the darkness of his brows, His dark eyes, and the darkness of his visage,
Meri UtkovskaPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - October 2023
Sometimes I Imagine my Unlikely Future with You and Watch it Become my History
It happened one September day I stole a bag of jellybeans threaded them onto a necklace sniffed each flavour … just for fun.
Teresa RentonPublished 8 months ago in Poets The Gap at Sycamore Gap
When I heard that the tree was no more at Sycamore Gap, I felt a sadness at its demise. We had just been warned of Storm Agnes which was approaching the UK with its windy savagery, churning up grey skies and heralding the beginning of colder, darker days. I thought that it was Agnes who had felled the tree but this was not the case. She had other havoc to wreak.
Rachel DeemingPublished 8 months ago in PoetsHold on tightly
I’ve often been told so often by so many people to hold on tightly to myself. Not to let the world break me, not to let any heartache change me or shape me into anything but who I was before I lived that life.
Georgia JonesPublished 8 months ago in Poets