They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Ghosts don’t wear your perfume. They don’t leave their songs in my playlists. They don’t echo your laugh in the middle of an empty room.
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Poets
I never slam the door. I just stop knocking. I don’t shout when I’m hurt. I fold it into small silences and tuck it beneath my breath.
Dear Heroin, I hope you rot. I hope the same poison you give finds its way back into your own veins. I hope it burns. Because you came quiet.
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Poets
I have mourned the living more than the dead— cried over names that still breathe, faces that walk this world unaware of the graves they’ve left inside me.
ah, my brilliant girl— you made a tactical mistake in the war you waged upon yourself. you underestimated your opponents
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)about a year ago in Poets
The Night I Swore You Said It I remember that night. That one night. That one time I swore— if I let myself be bold, if I let hope have a voice—
By Shakti Rambarranabout a year ago in Poets
She’s a Tramp She isn’t a lady no silk or silver spoon her laugh cracks like thunder and her footsteps chase the moon She wears no crown
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
He Is the Devil’s Son He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t blink just stands and lets the silence sink his shadow walks a breath ahead
When the Devil’s Daughter Met the Devil’s Son No storm announced the night they met no blood moon rose, no planets set just silence thick enough to choke
It's tender, It's kind, It's... Savoring tears, you will never see. You haunt that piece of me, Dissolving into obscurity.
By Ebonyabout a year ago in Poets
the hill where I stood and waited for reason to come in its season ~ looking upon the world with a warring sense of unease and hope
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
If you were cognizant of the outcome before the onset of the fray, how long would sanity endure witnessing children melt in
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
