They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I cry, because I don’t have any money in my bank account, I cry, because I’m worried about being put out of my home, I cry, because the struggles in life can be so hard sometimes that it’s hard to hold your head up high,
By CeeCee Whitfieldabout a year ago in Poets
He was my cousin brother— Very close to my age. When he was just ten, His father decided, he was wasting time, hanging out with brats.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Lost in Loneliness Alone in a room where the silence screams, I wander through echoes of broken dreams. No voices call, no footsteps near—
By Muhammad about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of night, where memories bleed, I gather the pieces of what used to be. Your name, a whisper the wind won't forget,
The Man Who Couldn’t Smile He walks with a shadow, heavy and still, Eyes hollow as they stare past the hill. No light in his chest, no spark in his gaze,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Life Changes Every day, life shifts and bends, We lose old things, and find new friends. The road ahead is rarely clear,
A butterfly living a reverse life iridescent wings rubbed away ground finely with mortar and pestle color used to paint your
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Green Eyes, a Jealous Heart. Green eyes, a jealous heart, your love a mock, You wrapped it in promises, but they never unlocked.
I was ready. Not just curious, not just dreaming— I mean ready. Heart open, fears quieted, All the walls I’d spent years building?
By Astone Zuluabout a year ago in Poets
The Sky That Dropped Red Snow The sky that dropped red snow, Not soft like winter’s breath, But heavy, cold, and full of grief,
The Rain That Drowned the Sea The rain that drowned the sea fell hard, Not gentle, not healing, just endless and dark, It hammered the waves until they broke,
I'm bitter but better A no quitter Go getter Right down to the letter Go on, call my bluff I chitter On twitter A last minute
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
