They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The world had yet to turn. Tilting forward, dropping my entire life from its tepid skies and into the dripping wings of nearby lingering clouds.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Poets
I lost my grip on him — gradually. It’s insane how much he was my reality. One time — a long time ago — he came along and smiled like the sun,
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
September playground teeter-totter days are dwindling as Autumn brings the days for wanting kindling Campfires with marshmallows browning, then
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Adam Mark Explores Abandoned Houses Adam Mark walks where shadows breathe With class and expertise in every tread Wood groans under careful feet
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
There lives a darkness deep within, A shadow cast by light's harsh gleam— It whispers truths I fear to hear, Shows me the person I could be.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Poets
When the Stars Refused to Shine There was a night when even the sky turned its face away, and the stars— those faithful witnesses of every wound and wonder—
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
The Extra Mile I ran that extra mile for you. My feet heavy, my breath torn. Still, your eyes were stone, still, your hands held nothing for me.
I get dizzy when I stand up I feel weak all the time I am nauseous every day — But I’ve barely eaten anything I think with a smile
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Where Wishes Go After Midnight When the last candle flickers low, And silence folds the restless glow, The whispers carried on unseen streams
By hazrat aliabout a year ago in Poets
The first day you reclaim yourself is the best. The weight of those invisible chains falls away, and the cloud of grief breaks into animals
By Harper Lewis about a year ago in Poets
Goodbye is supposed to be simple. A word, a nod, a closing of the door. It should sound like footsteps fading and the hush of silence that comes
By Hussain about a year ago in Poets
