They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
When you don't watch me, I stir unseen in distant storms, generate ground swells in silence— a whisper to the horizon, a signal beneath satellites.
By Tony Martelloabout a year ago in Poets
SAD The mail came. Your name on the envelope. Empty inside. Nothing. I wondered if you remembered me. Or if you ever did.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The past still whispers everything I’ve lost. I strive to efface the memories that won’t fade. I pay forever for the choice I made.
By Jassy La’Nae about a year ago in Poets
Before our hands could ever meet, our hearts whispered in quiet pulses, typing words that trembled with truth. Screens became windows, lanterns,
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
The lantern burns in the house of years, its flame a vessel of joy and tears. The glass is clouded, the wick is worn, yet still it glows, though the night is torn.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
You left your coffee ring on my nightstand, a perfect circle of betrayal staining the wood we picked out together at that antique store in Portland.
By Autumn about a year ago in Poets
it’s over Haiku Morning came to soon I knew that it ended us no more me and you
I used to think memory was a door you could close if you leaned hard enough. But some days, it swings open on its own no creak, no warning
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
To the first girlfriend I didn’t know your name until it was too late. He said you were distant, already halfway gone, and I believed him because I wanted to.
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
It clicked— right at that moment, the silence, the distance made sense. His coldness wasn’t hidden, just waiting for me to see,
By Kristi Flowersabout a year ago in Poets
Two figures are caught in a turbulent dance between life and death About to meet in a violent clash of might and will Speeding towards each other...two freight trains about to collide
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
I planted one hope, watered it with sleepless nights, fed it with sacrifice. It bloomed— yet two more rose in its shadow.
