They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Bring My Hunting Coat, Mary Bring my hunting coat, Mary, the wind is turning, and I feel the cold rising across the fields,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
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
She cried in silence, each tear a story no one heard, each drop a wound etched deep into her soul. The world ignored her pain,
The rain arrived without a pause, Thick as sorrow, cold as fear. Clouds tore open all at once, And the earth could not endure.
She married the tide, not knowing its moods, A shoreline heart with hopeful hues. At first, the waves sang silver songs,
It comes soon, It will be 16 months without you in our lives, I remember this date when you were called to receive your wings.
By Teressa Rosallabout a month ago in Poets
in the passenger seat the 2 a.m fast food fry salt lingers on my tongue, but not yours (it was so sweet of you to offer a ride)
By Simone Roccaabout a month ago in Poets
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold The poet’s pen went cold as ice he stared at words that would not play nice His mind went blank, his tea went stale
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By Vabout a month ago in Poets
I grew up on pews and polished smiles, knew every hymn before my name. A pastor’s kid — raised on altars, raised to be the flame.
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
I’m thankful for the whisper that rises in my bones, the warning in the spirit before a truth is shown. I see beneath the sugar—
