They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
My dream was never to fight so hard for a job that was already mine My dream was never to fight for a spot that I am qualified for
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
1. I thought love was forever, but forever is just a word. People say it so easily, until they walk away. 2. You used to be my hero.
By PSYGENIUS2 years ago in Poets
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Softly speaks the somber day In tones of softest sorrow, No lovely gifts or treats to say Great joys will come tomorrow.
By Mark Stone2 years ago in Poets
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Last night I dreamed that I found a magical Genie lamp Excitedly, I rubbed and polished it until it was like new Exhilarated, I nervously held it in my hands til I felt a cramp
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Shush Don’t Tell Shush… don’t tell, don’t make a sound, Keep your voice low, don’t turn around. You know the rules, you know the game,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Slow Bloom Her mind, a maze of echoes long unfurled, Whispers of a fractured world. History etched in hidden scars, She wears the weight of distant stars.
By Katie L. Kashan2 years ago in Poets
Rest In Peace Margaret Miles Bramwell In every room where laughter flowed, And stories of struggle and triumph glowed, Margaret stood with a heart so wide,
Leaving behind the promises of an empty dream, all so that you can achieve what you wanted to be. My heart still wants you around, but my mind knows you're already gone
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
(Verse 1) Do you remember us? We were at a fireworks display, Exploding with colors, lighting up the way. Laughter echoed, like thunder up high,
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Poets
As far as I know you are still not sorry; yet I know you will be. As you can see, this 365 stories in 2025 is going very well! I'm working on several longer poems, so hopefully I'll get into it sooner rather than later.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
