They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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
The Language of Hands They speak without tongues, soft syllables pressed in palms, a grammar of warmth, where fingers fold like paragraphs,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
Just as the world tilts forward, Your heart leaps in your throat And you wish you could turn back. But you know that's just the lurching of your stomach.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
An appetizer should be the prep For a meal that will be a first step. - Drinks (an aperitif or two) * Sides will have to be such
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
I am plagued by people that historically choose every other option except me. I have been taught that out of sight is out of mind for humans too.
By Moni Staxxabout a year ago in Poets
I mold bricks of shadow echoing mourning resounding above and below stacking them in neat little rows Overwhelmed and breathless
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
I am your Soldier. Loyal and true. Unquestioning and a lover through and through. Marching with my chest out And heart on my sleeve.
By Andre The Firstabout a year ago in Poets
For Brenda I miss you in the quiet hours, when the room holds only silence. Your voice still lingers in the air, as though the walls remember you.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I love you still I always will From the moment we first met Your special smile Your cheeky style Something I will never forget
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
It feels like I say this a lot. Today was a hard day. But I’m alive. Today feels like I’m not deserving. But I’m still breathing.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
