They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Paper Kisses You wrote me letters, soft and kind, Each one a whisper from afar, You sealed them with your gentle hands, And kissed the fold beneath the star.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I’m already sleeping better than I was and I don’t wish the world to burn I don’t wish burning upon anything even if it’s been dry
By Olivia Dodge11 months ago in Poets
... I am told that I am a haunted house, hollow boards groaning under ghosts, a draft in the corridor where no one lingers.
By E.S.Flint 11 months ago in Poets
—- ten dozen tired eyes at dusk, 5743, and a story that won’t begin. a draping under the curtained monotony, just another mind melding matrimony. a happy birthday lingering in late June’s grave. I’m fine, I’m vomiting. a vertical one hundred and eighty degrees. north no matter your venom. I’m trying, I’m adapting. just up and down and outwards of this skin. and the tropics are so frigid from out here’s perspective. this dense atmospheric fog lingering in the lungs. a steady choking, like we pay for it every time we breathe. like this dagger that stopped the bleeding in my neck. finally. the truth can come out of its ingrown spot. this same realization that ‘father’ is just another word wasted on you in the dictionary.
By h.a.laine11 months ago in Poets
Went from “no you hang up first” To giving each other chances Nothing is changing I think we should end it We can’t even remain friends
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
My hippocampus has a leak in it, and every step I take spills out a form of you I’m forced to relive. It’s more languid,
By Daniel K11 months ago in Poets
First harvest is most bitter, like copper in the throat, Graves are made most carefully, to render it to field, Regret lingers on the wind, when the bodies bloat.
By Meredith Harmon11 months ago in Poets
Honey on the Wound You said the truth would sting at first—then sweeten where it should, So lay it bare, then breathe it in: put honey on the wound.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
look at me i'm the king i am the king of lost hope i am the prince of gone i am the lord of the unavoidable future i am a ghost
By Bren11 months ago in Poets
October is something of a magic trick She ties a ribbon around my neck and pulls it taut Just to watch the string separate
Our Society Today is Deeply Focused on the Goals... The End... The Awards... The Recognitions. It has Become Something that We Seek to Desperate Ends.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM11 months ago in Poets
I wanted you for me, Or was it that I wanted to win the chase? Clearly, taking you would be no guarantee. * With my sabotage help, you became free,
By Julie Lacksonen11 months ago in Poets
