They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Sometimes you leave me speechless Have me overthinking What are you thinking Oh wait you have feelings Thanks for reminding me
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
i never stopped running after you. not when the air mattress went flat and the van smelled like rain and smoke, not when i could hear the tremor in your voice
By Adrianna Lira11 months ago in Poets
i tried to tell you he's no good for you but you can't see for shit something bad is gonna happen with you right in the middle
By Bren11 months ago in Poets
The present clenched inside me— sits, like a fist in my gut, sticking to the ribs and worrying my mother. • I wish to kill the clock
By Guia Nocon11 months ago in Poets
The worst thing now about the hunt Is that women are extremely blunt. Seeking to find a relationship seems to feel like Heaven,
By Adrian Holman11 months ago in Poets
School days crush Haiku Deep hearted I loved From a school day crush love grew He never loved me
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The Train That Never Came I stood upon the platform’s edge, The clock refused to move its hands, The air was thick with ghosts of steam,
Note: The first 2 stanzas are from my previous 2 haikus. From there it was continued with the coauthorship of the ever brilliant Brenton F. It is a poem written at a difficult time meant to help purge a shattered soul.
By Andrew C McDonald11 months ago in Poets
It feels like my mother has been visiting me lately, a little more than a year after her passing. * Seems fitting, given that spooky season
By David Muñoz11 months ago in Poets
I am afraid this time, that it's too late She sat waiting for my return I wasted the flowers she loved, on her grave * Watching as the cars went by, still I chose to make her wait
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
It’s been a month since that last embrace that last kiss that last "I’ll love you forever" undone in the same breath you spat "psychopath"
By Lola Sense11 months ago in Poets
some days i feel invisible a small flower, among many tossed by the wind and lost in a bouquet the need to be seen, visceral
