They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Not all heartbreak comes from what was, sometimes it comes from what could have been. To the One Who Loved Me Almost is a poem about emotional hesitation, missed moments, and the soft ache of being nearly chosen. For anyone who’s ever felt the weight of almost being loved, this poem offers both sorrow and strength, a gentle reminder that letting go of "almost" is sometimes the greatest act of self-love.
By Zainooabout a year ago in Poets
Do you miss it? Do you ever think about me— Did you even care? Did you ever really love me, Or was I just someone there?
By Jonathan Fields IIabout a year ago in Poets
Here's a link to the challenge: Very soon, as it will be clear, Obvious notes must appear. Can you think of the right words to use?
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Live your life according to your status Then you will not be tired Use only what you have Don't force, don't push, you will not suffer, believe me
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Sitting in front of a lamp Every night, I wrote. You became the spark star of a fire! When i see you The potential in me was revealed
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
I Won’t Make A Bed In Failure, I Will Sleep Walk Until I Find More… I Was Migrating Through Life, With No One To Kiss Goodnight…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
The Haunted Painting It hangs in silence in hazy smoke beside the stair, against the oak its frame too still, its oils too deep
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Widow. She sleeps beside the ticking frame of something forged without a name. A workshop swallowed by the dust,
worth and value can be hard to wrap your head around whether through abuse or past wrongs the ideas, the concepts, the constructs
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
My love has drifted far from me Far from this safe port she flounders Drowning in a wave tossed stormy sea Afloat in an ocean of doubt
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Life Taken, Not Deceased They unplugged me while I stood breathing dust in a room that once knew me a chair turned sideways, no one asked why
The version of me that no one sees, The version of me that no one feels— Feels distant, yet so enjoyable, Feels alone… but not quite lonely.
By Aesthetic loverabout a year ago in Poets
