They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Every day I hunt for the source of it, the why beneath the hate. I hunt it through rallies where they scream at trans children,
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
The automatic food bowl, feeds a dog I can’t forget Calls her name and I just weep, I haven’t moved on yet It’s a simple thing to alter, but I haven’t just because
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Its like my happiness was connected with you Like you was my life line My oxygen Something I couldn't live without How can I breathe again without you
By L.I.E11 months ago in Poets
A chime, a buzz, a flash of light, A lure that cuts throughout the night. It's not a call, it's not a text, It's just the algorithm's flex.
By The 9x Fawdi11 months ago in Poets
I Began the Search... I Sought to Find that Which Eludes Most... Who Am I? The Wise Men Claim that When You Understand Who You Are...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHM11 months ago in Poets
How Do You Change When You Don’t Know Where to Start I stand on the edge of a moment, wondering which way to turn, the days roll by like a repeating song,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
I can't save myself So I will try to save them But they just come back
By Stacey Frizzell11 months ago in Poets
Some Days You're Going to Crash. It does Not Matter how Well Intentioned You Are... How Good Your Heart Is... How Successful You have Been in the Past...
Before I was born, I was more loved and stabled. After I was born, the world was more complex then I thought it was— extreme bright, loud noises, and strange things.
By Meghan LeVaughn 11 months ago in Poets
The Weight of Whisper It arrives lighter than lint, Yet the room leans. A breath shaped to a syllable, placed just behind my ear,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Within the density of feral memories, light seeps through the forest roof Sun piercing through thick, heavy firs, splattering spits of hope
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)11 months ago in Poets
Velvet Distance We measure the gap in fabrics— not miles, not days, But the way silence feels when it remembers to be soft.
