They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
If you could sit across from your younger self—just for five quiet minutes—what would you say first? Would you warn them? Comfort them? Or simply tell them that they survive everything they’re about to feel?
By John Smith16 days ago in Poets
The Wicked Step Dad Please don’t run away he will kill you I said it too fast I think you missed half you’re fumbling with the window latch
By Marie381Uk 16 days ago in Poets
I keep thinking it’s you. I don’t mean metaphorically. I mean my breath actually stops in public places because someone turns their head
By Brie Boleyn17 days ago in Poets
I used to call it passion when your voice rose like a flare. I used to call it honesty when you insulted me “for my own good.”
By Milan Milic17 days ago in Poets
I left with a trash bag of clothes and my toothbrush wrapped in a receipt. It was raining, of course The sky always wants a role.
I mark the year not by dates but by what survived me. ............. Winter arrived like a verdict— clean, unquestionable.
By E.S.Flint 17 days ago in Poets
Memories of younger days Wish i could say were all good Memories buried deep inside my mind I’d tell you about them, if I could
By Gail Fredricks17 days ago in Poets
Red Number At The Casino I found a fortune with my hands in the loo. notes folded like promises all over the floor. The table smiled, green and patient,
By Marie381Uk 17 days ago in Poets
Falling Down From Bridges High I have stood where the city forgets its name, where the river keeps secrets better than people,
The Zodiac, Which Are You Aries comes in like a thought you act on too fast, Heat in the chest, shoes already by the door.
Can I have your attention? I know you don’t wanna hear me right now, but I need for you to listen Getting older is tricky, lol, sometimes we think we know it all
By Alaine Hay17 days ago in Poets
December is drifting to a close Like a movie on a projector Reaching the end of its reel Flapping as one possessed by a spectre
By Mother Combs17 days ago in Poets
