They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Letters and Dust I open the old chest in the corner, dust motes drifting like tiny specters, letters and photographs spill into my lap,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
My heart lost its spark the day the fire learned its name and the world decided it shouldn’t burn. You were too young, they said,
By Jesse Leeabout a month ago in Poets
The Fogged Garden The garden waits beneath the morning fog, flowers bowed under the weight of dew, I wander slowly, tracing paths we once knew,
We had a fight that started over nothing— a spoon left in the sink, a look you misread, My tone doing that thing it does
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
We wrote each other in pencil first— soft lines, easy laughter, erasable promises on the back of receipts. Then you started crossing things out:
Reflections in the River I stand at the river’s edge, its waters moving relentless and cold, each ripple a reflection of the past,
I didn’t realize how cold I had been living They say neglected people are sensitive to warmth And I am starving for light
By Rini Mulani about a month ago in Poets
When the fire lights small like a candle, my feelings were okay- calm, relaxed, happy … When the fire lights medium like a torch, my feelings were slightly okay-
By Meghan LeVaughn about a month ago in Poets
I love you in the quiet ways— the ways that never ask to be seen. In the pauses between breaths, in the cup of water left by your bed, in the hand that reaches back even when it is afraid of what it might lose.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Poets
She’s always gone upon arrival, she stays cold in the Summer’s sun, and there’s no fun in following from place to place
By Reece Beckettabout a month ago in Poets
Bring My Hunting Coat, Mary Bring my hunting coat, Mary, the wind is turning, and I feel the cold rising across the fields,
Born into a name that carried more weight than love, a family stitched together by poverty, not promise. The world whispers its verdict:
By Gloria Penelopeabout a month ago in Poets
