They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I sit, eyes caught in autumn's firelight web, His shadow beckons, face of tidal ebbs And flows only my deepest mem'ry knows,
By Katharine Poole 12 months ago in Poets
just out of reach, my fingertips aching my senses afire, with the need to be found a hunter that’s lost, imagination’s unmade
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The Child Who Waited I kept waiting anyway. I waited by doors, by windows, by phones that didn’t ring. I waited for apologies
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Child Inside Me Even now, I hear the small girl inside me, the one who once opened her hands to him without hesitation.
He said he wanted to try. I believed him. I opened my hands again, my heart like an unlocked door, letting him walk back in.
A Father, Not a Dad He remains a father. Always a father. But never a dad. A man with my blood in him, but not my life,
To the Father I Never Had You were always a father, never a dad. A title without tenderness, a presence without presence.
as camouflaged as a leaf in the forest I alter and I sway with the breezes of change quick to disguise, changed as a chord in a chorus
you linger softly in the haze of my memory stirring the embers that once weeped for a flame baring the oneness of our destines foreseen
You've cried and you've reflected. You won't regret it; you've learned what you've learned. You'll leave all those regrets and heartbreaks here and keep moving forward.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Death is just a bit too much, isn't it? — Cliché? Overstated? Not the point, is it? — Death weighs heavy on my mind today
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
The rising and the setting suns collide for enough time to steal away a breath. They know there is nowhere for them to hide,
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
