They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Utter betrayal… Yet some claim time heals all wounds Well… true… some day - Death *********** This one is for Brenton F. He knows why. That kind of hurt can last a lifetime my friend.
By Andrew C McDonald11 months ago in Poets
Flight 666 The engines roared and shook the cabin, everyone held their seats in tense, silent fear. Outside, the night stretched endless and black,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Collapsed Starheart Last night, the sky folded inward like an apology learning its grammar. Somewhere above the roofs, a bright certainty failed politely,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
They pointed out to the lands that one day I will find a man. But since that in-depth chat the talent's run dry on the dating apps.
By Jerome Smith-Pula11 months ago in Poets
The Terrible Neighbours They screamed from morning until night, slamming doors and throwing words like stones. I could hear them through walls,
No, you do not have to love yourself first. That lie was born from fear, from people too timid to touch what isn’t neat, too frightened to love something still in progress.
By Echoes By Juju11 months ago in Poets
A beautiful fair maiden, wielding arrows and bow, Shares her one rare story of love and woe. She leads a powerful group, that favours no male,
By Liam Storm11 months ago in Poets
She Does Not Know She Is Gone She wakes to rooms that never answer, she calls out soft and waits for sound, but only silence curls around her,
My hair alights with fear as every inch of my body prickles and pokes Static, buzzing freely through my blood Reflections melt, as the mirror glass holds true
By Tyler Perry11 months ago in Poets
She was the trunk, our Mom, thick as faith, unbending. A single olive heartwood rooted deep in Sicilian soil, even here, across oceans of asphalt and English.
By Kimberly Satriale11 months ago in Poets
I thought your time was endless fall, With harvests left to reap. I never heard the winter call, Where memories lie fast asleep.
The Longest Mile I will walk The longest mile is just the same as the shortest, though it never feels that way, when the night grows heavy on the shoulders,
