They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Begin by prying the blame from your ribs. It has lived there for years, whispering that if you were good enough, that night would not have happened.
By Oula M.J. Michaelsabout a year ago in Poets
I caught the scent of fake flowers blowing on the breeze Like a sweet, gentle rain shower and whispers caught between my teeth
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
If I'd known then, I'd have regret I'd know a lot more strangers I'd wish that we had never met And save my heart from danger
In the ICU’s room, my brother fought mightily, Fourteen of us surrounded him tightly. For many days, his fight was intense.
By Anthony Chanabout a year ago in Poets
A difficult truth to fully conceive One day, they leave Ominous and foreboding, it looms Uninvited, it settles into the room
By Neelam Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
That's a peacock, the national bird of India. I often see them, in some parks in California. They are happy and healthy, as they strut on the green lawns,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
I have loved you in the quiet before dawn, when the air is still and the world has not yet learned its own name. I have loved you
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
In the hush of the night, your hand I embrace, Every shadow dissolves in your gentle grace. Through the trials we face, we keep steady pace,
It’s the small things that go first The way you like your tea with bark honey What you do before breakfast Before making the bed the way he likes
By Liza Cummingabout a year ago in Poets
Start quietly. Be so silent that the crickets she hears… hear crickets. Leave so gently she won't be able to comprehend how her house could blow over from a such a mild breeze.
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
By Arif Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
[Verse] Two spirits linger in the shadowed room A jar of pills whispers sweet perfume A bottle of wine sings a siren's call
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
