They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I walk with sorrow pressed against my chest, not knowing where my feet should carry me. Each road I take turns heavy with storms,
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
Falling Leaves Haiku Whispered red descends, On the breath of morning’s chill, Gone before the sigh.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ten years, and it all fits in a shoebox. A time capsule of us— photos bent at the corners, concert wristbands still sticky with summer sweat,
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
The record spins, a needle tracing scars, your name drifts out like smoke across the room; I chase it down through headlights, fading cars,
Locks and Chains Locks fall like secrets across the floor, chins lift to shadows that do not speak. The air tastes of iron and whispered truths,
Does My Bum Look Big in This Does my bum look big in this, I ask with a twirl and a grin. The mirror is cruel, but I hope
she loved the summer Ghost light hits skin, goosebumps grow Wails in loop on swing.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
I don't want you to say you're sorry We all know it isn't true I'd much rather turn the tables and watch it all happen to you
By Sara Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
In a world of laughter, soft and bright, Lives a heart untouched by weight or fright, Where childish dreams take flight in skies,
By Saqib Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
There's a tempest brewing in my chest, A hurricane of what-ifs and why-nots, Spinning faster than my racing thoughts Can catch their breath.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
All I see is red And black Black and red Smoke and blood Fire and ash Whether eyes Are wide open Or clamped tight In desperation
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
