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They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.

The Poem I Never Meant to Write
I did not aspire to be a poet. I had poetry chase me like rain pours onto houses — sudden, noiseless, unavoidable. It was a silence, when the world outside me slowed to a crawl but the inside of my head was louder than ever before. I had no clue how to speak what I was doing, but the words lingered within my chest, thudding against my ribs to be released.
By MD NAYEMabout a year ago in Poets
dead
she is a dead doll morphed of clay abandoned on the shelf to dry. she is a girl with stuck limbs that never move when she says.
By Sara about a year ago in Poets
Wish Me Luck
I set my sights on 'Most Supportive' But to make it I really must have Reliable access to both read And have time to compose my screed
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
No Hidden AI Just My Own Poems
No Hidden AI Just My Own Poems Some say kindly, You write so many poems. Maybe six or eight a day? it’s just my way. They ask,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Drowning. Top Story - April 2025.
Head above water, is all I can ask for... Reaching out for help, with no answer... Life isn’t as simple as they made it seem.
By Christina Vanhaerentsabout a year ago in Poets
The Colors and Christophanies
To you, Old Glory, I find myself turned, in days ever more strange, Wondering, in the shifting wind, when did the colors start to change?
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
Vocal.Media is broken Again?
Vocal.Media Is Broken Again? I wasn’t asking for a lot, No fame, no prize, no golden shot. Just to log in, take a look, Maybe post a poem I just wrote.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Poe’tess
She re-visits the room where roses are dead and violets never bloomed. ————————————————————— Authors Note: Plaths Collected Poems were published in 1981, which included previously unpublished works. For this collection she was awarded a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry in 1982 after her she succumbed to death by suicide in 1963.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Requiem of a World Undone
an empty chair in a room of rubble that will never hold the weight of laughter again. a solitary toddler's shoe that will never know the joy
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Pripyat
Rust stained memories echo in the creaking of abandoned steel. Wheels of felicity that never turned against the backdrop of somber skies
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Who Are You? Haiku
Who Are You? Haiku Do I know this you? This horrible man, yes you I do not know you.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Let The Worriers Worry
Let the Worriers Worry Let the worriers worry. Let them pace holes into carpets, counting hours like rosary beads while their minds unravel in whispers.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets