They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Maybe I was stupid. Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I held too tightly onto something make believe. Maybe I wanted more than you were willing to release.
By Cat Brooks12 months ago in Poets
Silver Moon Shining On A Beautiful Sea The silver moon rises. Soft and slow. It spills on water. It strokes the night. The waves return.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Every Teardrop Cry’s in Vain Every teardrop cry’s in vain, they scatter into dust. The earth absorbs them quickly, and never gives reply.
For the sake of Vocal.media and the writers who want to do more than the minimum, please remove the Poetry category. I'm not suggesting this with fancy poetic devices, a metaphor, allusions, or an unnecessary allegory.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman12 months ago in Poets
The Fallen Star I saw a star fall behind the hills, it cracked the night with silver light, its edges bent like old promises,
One moment I am here— breath fogging glass, fingerprints on doorknobs, shadow trailing behind me like a faithful dog. The next, I am
By Parsley Rose 12 months ago in Poets
Dereck looked out from his Prius, with a sense of indignity at the malevolence all around him Penning the woven words of woe and dispassionate despair, he waits,
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
To glimpse your face just one more time Come back to me, come back to stay In heart and soul again be mine Everything that now is mine
By Everyday Junglist12 months ago in Poets
We meet at the crossroad, our hands still warm from the journey shared. There is a pause, the kind that hangs heavy with memory,
By Life Hopes12 months ago in Poets
We did not break in anger, no storm, no slammed doors. Only a slow unraveling, like threads slipping quietly from an old sweater.
Deadly Spider in My Car The spider claims the car at night. It waits where the visor folds, thick body swollen with venom,
You're not wrong. When you like someone, you naturally want to be with them forever. You naturally yearn for their response and their care.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
