They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Here in the Darkness... I Feel... Confined... Cramped... Limited... I am Not What I Was... But I Have Not Yet Become Whatever is Next.
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Uk Summer Rain Pain Haiku To wet to go out Why does it rain in summer Uk wash out each day
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Trapped Inside Someone Else’s Body My voice doesn’t match the mouth that opens. When I speak, the words snag. Not wrong. Not bad. Just not mine.
I see some cracks in the rock and I don't like it Then again the rock has been cracking for a while now It is too late to fix it as you have left me in this state
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
I feel devastated. Heartbroken. Disappointed. I want to be angry, but there’s no one to blame. Sometimes shit just sucks.
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
You found me in my darkest days, Held my hand through endless haze. You kissed my scars, you made me whole, Told me I was yours, body and soul.
By Wonder Wavesabout a year ago in Poets
They tremble and shake, these disobedient rogues chill our hearts, they look at Podhale, they like to have fun, argue and mock, but they cannot focus on one thing.
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Six years gone. But, I still flinch at 7:14pm. First shift, travel nurse, the hospital: clamped to the spine of a jagged mountain.
By Sandor Szaboabout a year ago in Poets
I wrote the following quickly after hearing the news, but felt it best to go back and add this because so much goes unsaid
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Marry my madness.. not the mask I wear, but the bite in my smile and the smoke in my stare. Kiss the match I keep under my tongue,
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
You peeled the petals back, delicate, like fruit, to suckle the sweetness of honey, said I bloomed for you. I longed to believe it.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of the dusk, your eyes do gleam, A canvas painted with a lover’s dream. Twin stars that hold the secrets of the night,
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
