They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
“Icicles sharpen as they melt,” You said it in June, in irony, bringing an early chill to that summer. The summer I knew you were leaving
By John R. Godwinabout a year ago in Poets
Perhaps instead of Pining for you Like a starving fool Alone in the woods Today I'll make pancakes I know how long to wait for those
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Waiting for Mummy He waits in the garden all alone paws pressed soft upon the grass eyes fixed high where clouds drift by
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
She’s not as nice as you all like to say I’ve never described myself in that way I have always said I am kind not nice Your treachery has earned you that price
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Devils Poet The poem sat breathing on the desk its letters swelled with blood a red rose dripped across the page its roots drank smoke and mud
Two compete for one The grand price is also the judge Reactive combat ~~~~*by _______________Bolt⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
I sit on my ankles. It is painful. Yet, every often I settle, they find themselves trapped beneath my weight. Some days,
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Something I should tell you, but then I stopped with an inhaled breath, drunk going home, the party didn’t end, when you raised your head.
By G. Douglas Kerrabout a year ago in Poets
...and yet why do i keep clicking the button and dive into the rabbit hole that is humanity turning into animals no worse than animals
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Poets
My head slips beneath the surface, but it is not water that drowns me— it is thought. Heavy thoughts, dragging me down like stones tied to my chest.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
They say the moon accompanies her at nights amongst the books. Swathed in pure white...she mutters to herself, still attending to her duties.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
I Know Your Dirty Little Secret I know your dirty little secret Mr Jones you hide behind your clever tones you smile at faces play your part
