heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Babydoll Head In My Closet
This frightening experience occurred when I was about eight years old. I used to sleep on the couch downstairs, next to my dad's bed, because I was afraid of the dark. My mom typically wouldn't get home until around 11pm, so I always slept near my dad for comfort.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMaia's Poems: Vodka Blue
Yesterday you said we would be as one but all you did was treat me like I was dumb. I remember all the things you used to tell me, but all I could
IamSORELLEPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWhat if I had gone towards one of those voices?
When I was younger and living in old apartments in Malaysia, I would sometimes hear disembodied voices calling out to me when home alone. My sister was at school most of the day, and my mom worked afternoon shifts that started at 1pm, so I was by myself from when I got home from school around noon until my sister returned around 4pm.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in PoetsLife after a suicide loss
This morning I awoke, and for a moment I forgot you were gone, Then reality hit me and I knew my mind was playing tricks on me,
Alexis MundyPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAnticipation.
Every month, I wonder "Will that pregnancy test turn positive?" Crying tears of desperation that nobody understands, Living with hope and despair as the days go by,
Carol TownendPublished 3 days ago in PoetsParanormal School
My friends and I became interested in paranormal investigations a few years ago, though we are by no means professionals. We simply enjoy the thrill of exploring allegedly haunted locations together whenever we're able.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in Poets"Eternal Embrace: The Loved Girl in the Heart of a Lost Boy"
In the labyrinth of his soul, she dwells, A cherished ember amidst the shadows, In the heart of a lost boy, her essence swells,
Spiridon MateiPublished 3 days ago in PoetsI just….don’t want to talk
Underneath a tough front, a frail heart, Behind each smile, there might be a hidden tale. Feeling tired, wounded, aching deep inside,
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 3 days ago in PoetsSoul Catcher
“Evening, my fellow earthlings,” I greeted nervously as I approached my tribe. Clamorous responses were aimed at my late arrival.
Haggar BenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in PoetsMeditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in PoetsEarthday Everyday
Celebrate Earth, our planet of blue and green desert and sea mountains and forests rivers and streams waterfalls! author photo
Andrea CorwinPublished 4 days ago in Poets