They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Only Tin Soldiers They were only tin soldiers in a make-believe war, lined up in ranks on the floor of his childhood, where battles were quiet,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
After the Ice Has Melted After the ice has melted, we swim in the thaw beneath the stars, numb hands brushing ghost-thin memories
A digital elegy for joy, grief, and the guild that made it all sacred. This story is a reimagined myth built from real memories. Every section is rooted in lived experience from my time leading a guild in a fantasy MMO, where connection was forged through gameplay, laughter, late nights, and digital stillness.
By Tai Songabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows of the Earth We Know The earth we know is quiet dust, Veins of rust beneath our feet. It spins in grief, a muted trust,
The smell of Spring, the hawk that cries, washes away all of last years lies. The quiet home, its empty spaces, love is filled
By Amyabout a year ago in Poets
It's a sutle shallow heart Don't carve it deep and think it's not the game you can outsmart things can change in a eye wink
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Creaking in the joists and joints Groaning in the boards and peeling up pain Knocking in the furnace Weeping in the night you ignore until it goes away
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
The air hangs heavy, thick with unspoken words, A cold of silence, woven with unheard A final glance, a fleeting touch, a sigh,
By Barine kabari 2 years ago in Poets
The ledger balanced, every column true, A life of candor, seen in all I do. No whispered lie, no shadow in my gaze, I walked the sunlit path through all my days.
By Xavier2 years ago in Poets
easy it is, now, to believe that fear rules all and faith is dead, deceased in the mind, relinquished years ago, slipped and slunk away,
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
if I stopped breathing tonight would my shadows still dance around the house prancing, crawling, and haunting would I still whisper in your bed at night
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The world was once a stained-glass window bright, Each shard a promise, colored by his light. He was the lead that held the pieces fast,
