heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Hair Cut
On the eve of starting high school, today, my 11 year old daughter has had a hair cut for the first time. Naturally, I am dealing with feelings by hiding in the garden where she cant see me cry and writing a poem to share with strangers, rather than let her see those nicks in the thinning umbilical chord the scissors made.
Hannah MoorePublished 9 months ago in PoetsJericho
Brick after brick She layed around her heart, not expecting a man like me to come after her the way I did and her walls came crumbling down
Facing Fear
In shadows deep, I stand alone, a trembling heart, a fear unknown. The darkness wraps around my soul, in its icy grip, I lose control.
Denise LarkinPublished 9 months ago in Poets11, 10, 3
The road in our way bends. July 11th, 2023, 9:47 a.m.: She's going on a hiatus. I made up a thousand names for her disappearance. Out to lunch, radio silence, crackling static, the other side.
Too Much, Yet Not Enough
Come in to my place I'll make sure you're safe he said in a whisper as he leaned in to kiss her the fear set in she'd been hurt by men
The Band In The Distance
the night streets bustle with people wanting to get away we find a small cafe the five of us seat ourselves at a booth i across from you
Moonbeams
the beach that night was silent we stood in awe of the sky I watched the moon yellow as anything dancing with the fingers of clouds
Coffee Joints
the steam the sugar and the cream we sit at tables made for two each one another order "wait sir, this coffee's for you"
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She walked thought life The epitome of love She was the Rose That grew from Heaven To banish earthly evils to hell But on earth she met her fate
recycled bodies
we are recycled bodies trying to find a home
The Struggle is Real
The crippling pain when I remember your name, The ache that drowns in my chest, The tears that surround my broken soul, The dread laying heavily upon my breast.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 9 months ago in PoetsAfternoon Anamnesis
The afternoon was Bathing everything In golden light and We were sitting with Our backs against the fence Too close to be just friends