They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
After The Argument Why can’t we talk calm and slow Why do we jump, spit, lose control We blow like bombs, no time to think
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Would it surprise you to know I'm not happy? Survivors learn to search for the positive and follow the tendrils of light no matter what life throws at them
By Sarah Lennabout a year ago in Poets
He sang beneath the olive’s restless shade, his lyre a thread to bind the morning air, while Eurydice danced through light that swayed.
By E. C. Miraabout a year ago in Poets
I want to believe that I'll meet my loved ones again—that a day will come when everyone I love is together, and we no longer have to worry about a clock or the stress of days flying by.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
I am a restless dreamer, a savage insomniac, a burner of the midnight oil. You are my midnight oil. Even now I am ignited by your artistry and love.
By Marie Wilsonabout a year ago in Poets
I have been brokenBut my bones are intact Words that were spoken Can’t be taken back The scars that I bear May not be seen on my skin
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
''You don't need'' to ask For anyone to ''believe in you''. Because the ''person who needs'' To ''believe in you'' the most
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
DON’T CALL I used to stay. That’s the part I can’t rewrite. Stayed like waiting was my home address. Stayed like your silence didn’t sound like a no.
By Louise Noel about a year ago in Poets
Honesty Honesty comes naturally. When we truly care for someone, We can notice that being honest with them requires no effort.
🌸 Mother 🌸 When You Came Into This World You brought the light, You taught me to see the difference Between wrong and right.
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
