They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
You and me, were friends we could not be Not because we did not want to But because you were taken Not by any woman Not by any man
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
We were never born to become Gods. To live mortally is to trek fully the range of dual expression; I would have dissolved existence
By Morgana2 years ago in Poets
You plaintively wail, “I’m transgender!” after seven years of marriage and 2 more kids plus my 3. “I want to become ‘she!’”
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
Grapes, brown, bloated, bitter on the vine, Dress the table, white cloth so fine To halt our spiced tones mid air- If they were to burst, where
By Harbor Cecille2 years ago in Poets
I thought it maybe was a strange joke, which you said with a plaintiff wail. ‘I think I am transgender,’ you cried. My body shook,
The pieces lay scattered on the cold ground, Like shards from a clay pot once dropped. You attempt to collect them, But I step on your hand.
By Amethyst Champagne2 years ago in Poets
Accept it? No. I can't. Why won't you move to Barcelona with me??? ¡Pensé que me amabas! YEAH - I thought you loved me -
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
We stood face to face and said I do Now I can barely look at you Gentle hands flailing with hate How did we come to this
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The 𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 that fills me burns like 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊. 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵. Get out and do NOT come back!
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Poets
Is poetry the ink of the soul, the crumpled pages of my shattered heart? Is love a broken ATM, with currency dispensed as freely as the moonlight?
By RAJEEV VERMA2 years ago in Poets
He was drawn to her untamed spirit She was hypnotized by his voice She taught him to live boldly He gave her wild heart peace
By Barbra Howard2 years ago in Poets
Words turn to weapons, we've declared war Tongues rip rounds like ammunition Pulled the stops and keeping score Bettering positions
