They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The words cling like dew to the edge of my tongue, Too heavy to speak, too light to be flung. I gather them close in the cage of my chest,
By Just One of Those Thingsabout a year ago in Poets
We were a brushstroke shy of bloom, A melody just out of tune. A clock that stopped at not quite now, A handshake made without a vow.
Yesterday sighs with a voice like old rain: "You’ll stumble where I did—I know it’s in vain. The cracks in the pavement still trip me, you’ll see,
To Save a Fleeting Moment: Reach quick with hands of spider's silk, The kind that tremble, soft as milk. Don't clutch too tight—just cup the glow,
The sky didn’t shudder, no cosmic alarm— just a flicker, a sigh, then the absence of warmth. I search the old maps where your light used to be,
The Cat Lady’s Last Breath Her house was a cave, a wild cat den, fifty cats prowled like shadows within. The air thick with stink, cat wee burned the walls,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
We Broke In for a Laugh In the haunted house, we broke in just to laugh, but laughter’s a liar when tears crawl from your gut
It’s funny how the script has flipped Younger me would say I’m whipped And maybe I am Or just exhausted But now I see it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Lightning Strikes the Locksmith’s Grave They buried the locksmith with a chain through his mouth and a spike through each wrist.
Don’t believe these heartless thieves And the lies they sell There’s no money in art If that’s true Why do all they seek to control all we do
Things I Can’t Say Out Loud I look at you, sitting there, watching the time. It’s like you want to get out. Is she waiting?
I remember the door. How it slammed just before he did. How I flinched before the blow, already knowing it was coming. How I learned the warning signs
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Poets
