They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Standing in the middle of a meadow, on the a warm summer day, It’s the time of day where the sun hits your face- it’s no longer hot but the kind of warm where once you look away it becomes dark and cool.
By Jen Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
She Was My Friend She was my friend. The kind you trust with soft things, secrets, silence, dreams, all the versions of yourself you don’t show anyone else.
By 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓼. 𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓼🌻about a year ago in Poets
I didn’t hear the door close. That’s the thing about endings — they’re quieter than we expect. There’s no slam, no echo,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Forgive my Speech, in saying that I'd rather not be conscious‐ I am only honest... in what my heart has chosen to speak—
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
Love Tastes Like Salt When It Leaves It started with the small things. The way their coffee sat untouched. The silence that stretched too long between “good morning” and “goodnight.” The way laughter used to fill the space between us like sunlight—but now left only shadows.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Poets
Another writer here on Vocal gave me this idea from an article they wrote, and I hope she won't mind using one of the phrases they used in their article.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Not the boy who painted stars on the wall of his broken school. Not the girl who dreamed of singing loud enough to drown the bombs.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Poets
You came back in black for your father’s wake Wearing grief like a coat you didn’t want to take We met up at Lily’s, like the old days, all of us
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
when your'e around, I feel awakened. a certainty comes despite where fate can take us the tremble of pain from within subsides;
By Scott Catheryabout a year ago in Poets
The Smile You Bought You called me wicked, said it like a prayer, as if breaking me was some kind of dare. I smiled, I swear I did,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Rain ruined the cake I baked a cake for us to share set out the chairs, the table bare the plates were waiting side by side
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Bilal Khanxabout a year ago in Poets
