heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Kalokagathia
I miss you every day I think about you every day I call him as often as I can But less than I plan Would you be proud of where I am
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsPlease Forgive Us...
I hope you forgive us all. This planet is better than it might seem. We don’t deserve to take a fall. In our hearts, we made a call
Kendall DefoePublished 8 months ago in PoetsDemons.
The Demon on my shoulder is satiated but my heart keeps grumbling It's tearing apart, consuming itself, 140 proof and nose powders conspiring together on killing me to make my heart feel less empty,
Tommy BallardPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Protector ✟ New Again
# . # . # . # . # . # . # . # . # . # . # . # . # . The role of a protector is one often thrust onto us who find ouselves engulfed within it, despite never feeling the other side,
Tommy BallardPublished 8 months ago in PoetsUnrequited Love
You most definitely wonder what can be more toxic in a relationship without being in a relationship. The answer is unrequited love. You are in love!
Katherine MyrestadPublished 8 months ago in Poetsour other lives
1 I never cared for the color of my own eyes before I saw his. coffee-with-cream brown. they drip honey in the sun. I swear they hold secret constellations I have yet to unlock. is this why they call it the honeymoon stage? I remember the first time I met his mother, how she asked for my sun sign and stared into me, read my intentions. she declared us soulmates; I laughed, but wanted it to be true.
Katherine J. ZumpanoPublished 8 months ago in PoetsGod's Child
Eight years old The abandoned child Sat on the enclosed porch of the home Her grandfather built Deep in the swampy woods of east Texas
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Knife at My Throat
You’re seared into my memory like a brand. I’m hidden in yours like an attic you keep locked, hoping the door will rust and seize shut. You never thanked me for holding still while you cut me out of your life as if performing an exorcism. I didn’t even scream (at least not out-loud).
I Got It from My Mama
I was taught to choose peace over stress I was taught to never babie grown men or women I was taught to be independent I will lead you to right way, but I will not do the work for you
Emily BinkleyPublished 8 months ago in PoetsParanoid
My doubt mobbed me. Infidelity plagued my mind. I had a sudden outbreak of what if. What if my mouth sore was because of him? What if he was really cheating? What if?
Molly Angie MoustafaPublished 9 months ago in PoetsWho you Were
You could be selfish, but I thought you’d overcome You lacked will power But I thought you were fighting You were losing
Vicious AvaricePublished 9 months ago in PoetsThe outcast
Memories of the now and not yet. Heart filled with songs of forever. The city that endures when all is made new. The traveller or tourist?
Noah DouglasPublished 9 months ago in Poets