They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Window Nobody Opens There’s a window at the top of the house. It stares out over fields that forget your name. Dust has made lace of the curtains,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
There are large crowds of people all around. "Joyful faces" flicker with sight and sound. Parties and excitement are in demand.
By Caleb Bailey11 months ago in Poets
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By Kendall Defoe 11 months ago in Poets
You’re the reason why we are like this. 🖤 Yes we will love, but we will never give back as much as you want us to. _ You want our womb, so that we can raise your child.
By Caitlin Charlton12 months ago in Poets
You are the vestige of my love: An echo of emotion long since dissipating into apathy. A muscle memory of happiness flexing more in dull repetition than lustful instinct.
By Conor Matthews12 months ago in Poets
The Quiet After Death When death came, it did not knock. It simply opened the door and waited. There was no cry, no thunder,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Every year, for years, we made the journey Out to that cabin, nestled in grandpa’s back woods I can still hear his gravely voice reassuring, “don’t worry “
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The Chest of Golden Lies The box is open, the light spills out, Coins gleam like promises in disguise, Each one whispers tales of gain,
Where are you? I'm so confused, It's like talking to a different person, Though you're still here, Why are you shouting?
By Carol Ann Townend12 months ago in Poets
Last night, We fought Because you tried to erase me, Minimised my every thought, Refused to listen to every word, You decided only your views counted,
The artistic director makes a decree, The mere mortals below not considered, Extra work, extra steps, embarrassment, We don our masks and play our part, embittered.
By LJ Pollard 12 months ago in Poets
Do they know the real face you keep hidden? Do they know the real you that lies beneath? How long will you let them watch you struggle?
By Gunnar Anderson12 months ago in Poets
