They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Wildflowers and clovers Grew Where she shed her skin Donning her feathers Flew As her freedom began Soaring the clouds
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
In vain attempt to grasp the ephemeral threads of reality, they unraveled, taking sanity with them. Leaving merely a void lined iris, eclipsed in ill-fated secrets unveiled. Ipseity adrift in the sempiternal maelstrom of awareness, settled upon the brow, a drowning anadem.
By AAshesabout a year ago in Poets
Okay just do what he do Read and don’t be seen Don't text first Don’t watch him at all Disappear from his DMs Then he will disappear from your mind
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Break-In They came at night, no warning, no sound, just splintered wood and footprints on the ground. They took the telly,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I can’t remember how old I was, maybe ten maybe eleven. But I remember her voice, not what she was wearing not what I was doing
By Diani Alvarengaabout a year ago in Poets
Tell me how to be away Tell me how to get away Tell me where to go from here Tell that you'll be always near. Explain to me how to flee
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
Moonlight spills through the window pane, Soft as a whisper, quiet as pain. It dances on walls, on the cold wooden floor,
By Habib kingabout a year ago in Poets
If you want to disappear Blame yourself a little More each time they Hurt you Convince your heart It's your fault Every time they
By The Invisible Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Big sister's got a secret game Plastic wrap and helmet, what a shame Little one strapped in tight Screams echo in the night
By Julianne Alguesevaabout a year ago in Poets
Wasted Food - Empty Plate. By Ross E F Lombardi. . Meeting, talking, eating, Cooking, Her and me, Sharing the banquet of life
By Ross E Fortune Lombardiabout a year ago in Poets
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The night was still, but my chest was a battlefield. No bombs, no fire — just silence louder than thunder and your name echoing
By Vocal Member about a year ago in Poets
