They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Abusive Man Haiku After the first punch A thousand more came they hurt His words hurt me more
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I did not hear him when he told me how she looked in the softest of timbres breaching his lips. I did not see him As his mind's eye wavered, watered
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
I can't keep going around I can't keep bringing us down Baby I'm sorry I'm the one you found I try to just turn around But there's so much sound within my crown
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
Ya amar, bury me across your ribs— where wind writes, my love in the dust of your silence. Your absence is a sama without stars.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH2 years ago in Poets
How I remember the first time ever I heard that jewel-like voice * heartbreak, given life through your soft, gentle timbre
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
When we were young, we explored the wonder of every rung, life had just breathed and begun. When we were young, we climbed the rotting ladder,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
I left a prayer on my bedside table, Didn’t know what to say, just hoped He was able To read between the lines of the words I left out.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
A poet begins struck by a muse holding the ink tightly, not loose ---- the lovers enjoy, some offer critique the poet continues to bleed mystique.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Poets
Poem of the week Whisper Of The River By Adnan RJ Whispers of the River The echoes of old days still whisper In the river’s flow in the cold wind’s touch
By Adnan Rasheed2 years ago in Poets
Wings That Can Not Fly The love bird died of a broken heart, Feathers quiet, silent, where a song once sparked. No storm took it, no cage too tight,
The wrong embrace You were a blade hidden in silk, A quiet ache behind a kiss. Your touch, a whisper of thorns, Promising comfort, delivering hurt.
Your love’s toxic, a Beautifully disguised trap Hidden in plain sight 🌹 Your heart is full of A cruel life-threatening bile
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
