They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Wretched I am Sophisticated I am not A stellar example Of anything For I am I am Decrepitude Be they by thy hands I always believed
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
Holes I search the depth of these Branches I look beyond your leaves I emerge unrewarded from the seas Only licked clean bones hang from the eaves
By Ashley Wrigley11 months ago in Poets
What I buried doesn’t sleep beneath the frost, Its breath still rises through the frozen ground, The quiet keeps a tally of what’s lost.
By Annie11 months ago in Poets
The Hunt for My Sanity The forest of my mind is restless tonight, its paths split open by old mistakes, I move through the quiet like a ghost of thought,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
In my dreams, I’m running towards you You’re just inches from my grasp And as I almost reach you I fall down, I collapse
By Gail Fredricks11 months ago in Poets
Today I was in deep thought! LOSING ALL OF OUR RIGHTS & FREEDOMS IN AMERICA IS A DYSTOPIAN NIGHTMARE! META AI “They told us we were the problem.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 11 months ago in Poets
remembering thoughts by their names harmony in wonders so shapeless i remember time in its spaces hard to be at times what i promised
By Kristen Keenon Fisher11 months ago in Poets
Unfold Me, Carefully I have been paper— creased into swans and ships, a pocket map to places I never meant to go. ¤ Edges remember instructions
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Wolves at the Teacup They come politely at first— breath like winter on the saucer’s lip, ears pricked to the rattle of a spoon.
In the vale where the dead winds moan, Beneath a sky of blood and stone, There stands a house with windows blind, That dreams of souls it’s left behind.
By Skippie Petrova11 months ago in Poets
I see clearly now. The fog has lifted, and with it, every illusion I once called love. I offered love — real love. Love that stares with open eyes and drinks in every molecule.
By THE HONED CRONE11 months ago in Poets
Once, I believed in love. Twice, I did believe in love. Thirsty, Rain from above. I saw her walking, Sweaty, Yet beautiful as a dove.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH11 months ago in Poets
