They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Bogie Man Under My Bed He don’t rattle chains or howl at the moon he sits in the still, where the dark grows soon his breath smells of soil, old damp and dread
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
It's not hard t0 vanish, not like someone would notice. Always the first one to messaged, never the first to receive a message.
By Jen Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
I just want to let you know, It's not your fault. Did you hear me? It's not your fault. Are you listening? It's not your fault.
I nner belief shapes outer form. N othing matters— make that your norm. V anity is an undeserved luxury. I llusory value is demoralizing drudgery.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Butterflies flutter in the summer sun sipping nectar from blue flowers I am alone enjoying their play. . I miss hearing a voice
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
All of the memories feel like they never existed I feel as if i experienced a lucid dream A dream where you and I met A dream where you and I fell in love
By Melissaabout a year ago in Poets
It was just soup, but it carried the scent of a vanished afternoon, parsley wilted on the wooden counter, his laughter echoing
By Diane Fosterabout a year ago in Poets
You wore red, bold as ever, the Tijuana scarf wrapped twice around your neck like a habit you couldn’t shake. I showed up late,
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Poets
The life of a blind girl is a testament to the human spirit’s resilience. Born into a world without sight, she navigates existence with a grace that redefines perception. Her senses—touch, sound, smell—become her guides, painting a reality richer than many with vision can fathom.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
I died every day, but no one saw, No headstone carved, no mournful law. Just silent screams behind the eyes, And smiles I wore as perfect lies.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Your greeting was warm— unconditional, kind— but behind your eyes, a blade awaited. We shared secrets as kin would do—
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
