They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
It begins in the pause,not in the telling.A realm of silent echoes—words half-formed,voices stilled,yet lingering,never fully gone.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales12 months ago in Poets
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that comefrom all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passingspace, from a spider's web."
Already, the air has gone still--not empty,but full of something unsaid,a silence older than sorrowwhere songs not sung still live,waiting at the edge of breath.
I know too much about heartache and not enough about miracles. Strangely, I am engulfed by the titanic mouth older than this realm,
By Sam Eliza Green12 months ago in Poets
Shotgun Wedding It wasn’t planned, not really, the kind of love that starts like thunder, fast, loud, impossible to stop once it begins.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The weight of the past I still carry, for my fears are real Will you hurt me? Will I have to re-heal? Is it worth it... to start again?
By Christina Vanhaerents12 months ago in Poets
She goes about her busy day Doing her errands without delay Everyone sees her as shy So they respectfully don’t pry Never one to put on wiles
By Mother Combs12 months ago in Poets
I'm fine if you're fine. You took my breath so gently I didn’t notice that I haven't breathed the same since. I'm fine
By Daniel K12 months ago in Poets
A feather floats down the stream From where you used to sit Your beating heart is all I heard For days and years on end I tested waters
By Tanya Leij12 months ago in Poets
Sad is this time of the demise of intellect, They don’t have to be correct, Their blathering oft ill-conceived. They only need to be believed.
By Thomas Durbin12 months ago in Poets
He doesn't love you, but he won't let you go. He's neither willing to cherish you nor able to let you go. Behind a veneer of respectability, he does the most selfish things.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
The Jigsaw Poem I found your words in crooked lines, pieces scattered in the dark. Some edges fit, some truths declined,
