They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea. We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Take the time and figure out where you desire to run. Do you have it yet? Good. One foot in front of the other. No, don't look back.
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
Run out of time and into the negative space between moments. The trees seem to vibrate into our past, as if effects create causes.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
I See what I am Doing Now... But I Fear... I Fear that "This"... Is So Much Larger than Myself... So Incredibly Important...
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Your love is buried deep, but it’s no treasure It will work its way skyward Your flesh is like the fecund soil Your love is a weed, inexorable, indifferent
By Dina Friedmanabout a year ago in Poets
Legacy. It is a word that I think about often. What is it? How does One Create One? Why is it that We Seem to be Obsessed with the Idea?
I fear one touch may bring me back. Not to life, but to death. A temporary body for a temporary void so real yet imaginary—
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
we never really spoke much just uttered actions communed in caresses whispered in gentle embraces love never left your lips
I believe we can change. I believe we can still change our lives, But tell me - Who are you hoping for tonight? Don't be unfaithful to your promise of life,
By _a_whisper_of_sorrowabout a year ago in Poets
The Dog Pissed on My Bed The dog pissed on my bed not the floor not the rug not the spot by the door but the bed Right where I lay my head
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You still dance in my room, painting the walls with a cackle you’ve disguised as a laugh— shrinking every space you enter
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Little boy alone: I start as a child with books. No shared love with them. * School for achievement? Certificates and good grades.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
