heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
How do I unlearn the worship of a man?
How do I keep my hands from shaking – like an overeager pet – when they at last notice their master's marked gaze after walking softly through
Brooke FarrarPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOde to Belts with Holes
A headline I recently read, declared that belts with holes are dead A chill ran down my spine, suddenly my world grew cold, was this real, a disaster foretold?
Everyday JunglistPublished 9 months ago in PoetsOde to a ring
Ring Running in circles From here to forever This adamantine piece of trust I lay upon my skin A symbol of a promise To love you until we are dust
Colton BabladelisPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAn End in Itself
Note: this was written for Real Poetic's ''Spilt Milk Challenge''. I wrote about my family in very tight stanzas, and I hope that the message is clear...
Kendall DefoePublished 9 months ago in PoetsShe Became the Warrior
She became the warrior she was intended to be Making brokenness look sublime And a shattered heart and soul divinely beautiful
Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual WarriorPublished 9 months ago in Poetsstars
they say you don’t have to do it all on your own. yes you fucking do. if you want to keep your limbs intact and your heart whole
Sinners Remorse
Hiding shame in corners of justification only proves we understand our wrong doings. The ability to move and misplace guilt to make the soul less empty just shows how aware we've always been. Creating standards with the expectation everyone else would abide by but never having intentions of meeting them ourselves showcases our cowardliness. For years the truth was buried inside societal lies told to young men to make their mistakes easier to coupe with. A man who willingly speaks and operates with intentions of unloyalty isn't a man at all, but rather a young boy scared of commitment. For too long the marathon of accountability was never truly complete, so the hurt, disrespect and damage that was spread to each person we encounter is dismissed to make our conscious comfortable. Growth from boy to man is a true process of admission and the only way to sustain that transformation is to conduct yourself within truth, which feels abnormal to a species foreign to vulnerability.
Marcus HillPublished 9 months ago in PoetsClosure
I met your mother today at one of our old haunts three years from the day you burned the bridge between us. Part of me was afraid to approach, but God knows I’m glad I did.
Ode to some trash left behind by the previous guest of my hotel room.
Some love is not lost it is left behind abandoned by choice like a single red rose trapped between glass and gauze hidden behind
Roderick MakimPublished 9 months ago in PoetsSheets of Love
Between these sheets, our love is passion Caressing, lying nude, our favorite fashion Wrapped up, twisted in them together,
Nina SextonPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAn Ode to Odes
Who writes an ode to odes? Who dares to be so bold? Or is it all just a load A pile of… Okay just wrap it up It’s too dumb
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in PoetsPantser
HOOONNNEEEYYY!! Where are my pants? I laugh at that line every time And every time I hear the word pantser That’s where my mind goes
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 months ago in Poets