They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Your name shows up in stupid places a barista’s playlist, the back of a cereal box, The “Y” street sign I never noticed before.
By Milan Milic28 days ago in Poets
A thick brick chimney. A body, wrapped up, beneath. Lips releasing thick smoke, broken dreams in the ashtray. The rain outside caressing
By Reece Beckett28 days ago in Poets
You left a space where love used to flex, A hollowed chamber echoing _remember me?_ In vacant rooms where shadows now preside, I find the scraps of what we let subside.
By LUNA EDITH28 days ago in Poets
In the houses we once inhabited, Ghosts of us linger, unpaid bills. Shadows cling to corners where we laughed, Reminding me of love we couldn't fulfill.
By Luna Vani28 days ago in Poets
In the fracture of what we called _us_, I find fragments – a pulse, a useless hush. The scaffolding of love we built with bones, Now lies dismantled, where your absence clones.
By Jhon smith28 days ago in Poets
The hard truths are just gonna go unsaid They can build their abode, live in my head Because when they occupy the space between us instead
By Canute Limarider28 days ago in Poets
The smell still lives in my hoodie— smoke and melted plastic, like a bad memory that learned to knit. I should throw it out. I don’t.
Circles of Depression I wake inside the same small room again, walls remember every word I said. Light tries the door and turns away in shame,
By Marie381Uk 29 days ago in Poets
How often do you sit down... Just to experience gratitude? It seems to be a lost art in our world today... With so many people focused on what is next...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)29 days ago in Poets
Love Me Forever Haiku Smile like an angel love me forever my love never walk away
The phone rang only once. Not the desperate kind. Not the long, pleading vibration that fills a room with panic. Just once. Clean. Precise.
By Salman Writes29 days ago in Poets
The bill arrived out of the blue on my birthday, a day of dread. I paid it, yet I'm still in the red. No birthday cake,
By Moon Desert29 days ago in Poets
