heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Empty
Emptiness of isolation, Comes from the pain of refutation. Lost in "what might have been" in the past, Isolated by a friendship that faded too fast.
Kent BrindleyPublished a day ago in Poets3 Years Divorced (Dec. 4, 2021)
Every year— or year and one half— the same: celestial superseding of yin and yang, light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame.
Jennifer AshleyPublished a day ago in PoetsTO THE ONE I ONCE LOVED
"To the one I once loved, In the quiet moments of the night, when the echoes of our laughter fade and the silence settles in, I often find myself reminiscing about the beautiful moments we shared together. Your presence in my life was a gift, one that I will forever cherish. Though our paths have diverged and time has woven new stories for us, the essence of what we had remains etched in my heart.
Basquiat
Someone once told me that… well, maybe, I heard it. On the radio or the television. They said that, “When I talk, no one believes me. But, when I write it down, it becomes true.”
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished a day ago in Poets"Achieving Balance: Practical Tips for a Fulfilling Life"
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
Man of Steel
Mistook for a hero what was just another douchebag Mistook for a cape what was just a big red flag Head in the clouds, so far out
Raine fielderPublished a day ago in PoetsHalf
half a lot is more than nothing I am always half of nothing I am always dreaming of aortic destabilization My blood spilling out like a fountain to your attention
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished a day ago in PoetsSeparated By The Sky
I screamed and and I cried and I fought with the sky, Begging and pleading up At the insurmountable gray. But the thing is,
Siobhan McSweeneyPublished a day ago in Poets- Top Story - April 2024
Turning
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” turns to “I don’t know what to do with you,” turns to “I don’t know,”
Sam Eliza GreenPublished a day ago in Poets Raising The Stakes
The conflicting questions remain to be answered A fantasy savored, swiftly changing its shape And I, filled with doubt, being held up for ransom
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished a day ago in PoetsTorn Into Pieces
I wish I knew the things to say. I wish I knew the things to do. Was I enough? I guess I'll never know. Perhaps I took too long. Time does not wait.
From Abyss to Bliss
Your kiss beyond bliss An eraser wiping away pain and mistakes that once used to exist Rewriting laws within myself, to keep from getting lost in sins abyss
Kenneth cruzPublished a day ago in Poets