heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Almost, My Almost: A Ghost Love in Four Acts
The Poem of Loss "Almost, My Almost" They say grief has five stages, but no one warns you about the sixth: the haunting of 'almost'. That limbo between love and loss where every memory wears two faces - what was and what could have been. This is where I live now, in the museum of our nearly-was, where even the air smells of interrupted futures.
By WhitedSonnetabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the Willow Tree
The first time Noah saw the girl beneath the willow tree, she was sketching the sky like it might disappear any second. It was the middle of July, and the park was hot and green, full of kids screaming and sprinklers spinning in suburban rhythm. But under the oldest willow, a girl sat alone with a pencil, a notebook, and a thousand-yard stare that looked right through time.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In the heart of a fog-drenched town nestled between the mountains and the sea, stood a little clock shop that defied the passing of time. It was not a place most people noticed, even if they walked by it every day. The wood-paneled sign simply read: Avery's Timepieces, and in the dust-speckled window sat a curious array of ticking machines—some no larger than a coin, others towering like soldiers frozen in brass.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
