heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
University brings meaning?
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Kalina BethanyPublished 8 months ago in PoetsUnseen Love, Unheard Words"
In a world of hidden desires and unspoken dreams, A tale of unrequited love, or so it seems, "I love you more today than yesterday," I confess,
Naome MogaswaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI don’t understand
I don’t understand this The memory of you has faded Like a grand sand castle on the beach It took time, but really not all that much
Vicious AvaricePublished 8 months ago in PoetsAdulting Fail
First posh adult job Law firm marble lobby slip Winter panties shown
Kimberly SatrialePublished 8 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Valhalla Poem
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven Darlin meet you in Valhalla Devil gunless Gangsta Bats with wings of tattered skin
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guilt
to have a full stomach to eat a full meal to drink a full bottle to have a hospital and a school a vehicle mobility education
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The Difference of 6,000 Miles
6,227 miles. That is the distance between my home state of Kentucky and the Palestinian land in Gaza. Over 6,000 miles provide me safety. Safety from bombings, massacres, torture, evictions, violations of human rights, and only God knows what else.
Ashley TrippPublished 8 months ago in Poets Third Wheel -
How was I to know? Your marriage was on the rocks. You begged me for help. ***** How could I help you? I had my eye on a guy,
Meredith HarmonPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
"Celestial Ballet"
In the vast expanse of cosmic dreams, Where starlight gleams in endless streams, A symphony of orbs in silent flight, Our solar system dances in the night.
up like confetti down like glitter
does not seem legit how many sorrys you have Disingenuous you throw up sorrys like confetti. Please stop ‘cause - comes down like glitter
FRAGILE
As I pack up my Life (to leave behind the supposed "comfort" of this rut I insisted on furnishing) I scratch out old labels on my secondhand
Bex JordanPublished 8 months ago in PoetsI wish my parents never loved me
I wish my parents loved my siblings and I just a little less so they had more time to find that love within themselves
Kalina BethanyPublished 8 months ago in Poets