heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Another “ship” sailed
he has slowly stopped coming around already a new bed he has found again and again he puts me last he still keeps in touch with his “past”
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 8 months ago in PoetsTiny Perfect Soul
You were such a tiny little thing Barely ten pounds total when your hair was long And when you would eat (you loved to eat so much)
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 8 months ago in PoetsBroken
In shadows cast by setting suns, we wept, Two hearts entwined, but fate our love bereft. With tears that fell like rain on autumn leaves,
Fed Up and Foolish
This is technically a performance poem and is meant to be read with some kind of rhythm in mind. So... We're going to try something new.
Briefly Waking
I opened my eyes to a room that glowed with icy brilliance As the echo of thunder told my muzzy brain what fractured my sleep.
Judey KalchikPublished 8 months ago in PoetsSplit
I'm really not sure what to do, I want to break up with you. What once was hypnotic Now seems quite despotic: Emotions I want overruled.
Rachel DeemingPublished 8 months ago in PoetsLove: The Wings That Make Our Hearts Soar
Love is a feeling so grand It gives the heart wings to expand It fills us up with warmth and light And makes everything feel so right
THE PERFECT MAN… A DELUSION
THE PERFECT MAN… A DELUSION It is 7:30 pm cooking my favorite meal, steak and mashed potatoes. I reminisce about this boy whose text messages had me laughing out loud by myself, whose kisses kept me awake at night, whose words kept replaying in my mind, who got me hooked into old-school love music, who bought me chocolates every day for 365 days, this boy who had me singing in the shower & looking up baby names. This boy who said everything right, this boy who promised me the world. He had big blue eyes, a sexy French accent, loved playing football, was funny & the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on.
Dark Times in Volhynia
*TRIGGER WARNING*: This poem contains language and content that may trigger viewers. Please read at your own discretion. The poem
Talia DevoraPublished 8 months ago in PoetsMy Brother, My Friend and a few others
I am sharing several poems that I have had published back in the late, great 80's in the American Poetry Anthology that started me thinking about a writing career before I started going to college and becoming a teacher and later a nurse.
Mark GrahamPublished 8 months ago in PoetsVenetian Roses
We must chase (& embrace) the roses blushing red with blood, or shame. Far better Herzeleid (union by another name) forever pierc'd by the thorn
Halston WilliamsPublished 8 months ago in PoetsRag Doll
I feel ashamed, though I am a person. I feel unheard, though I am your daughter. I feel like a rag doll, though I am not a doll.