They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Pining Season: A Villanelle Alone at night, I wake & reach for you. Whate’er shall I do if you don’t want me? A too brief kiss, you burned before you flew.
By Rebbekah Vega Romero2 months ago in Poets
Echo for Narcissus: A Villanelle Can love be wrong that sets your soul alight? Pale reflection froze you in the mirror:
From time to time I see the dream of dreams: Dream gifts me with a child that won’t be mine. From time to time, or only so it seems.
By Salomé Saffiri2 months ago in Poets
I don’t want to be read—I want to be seen. Still I refresh the numbers, watch them feed. Yet every night I bow before the screen.
By Richard Patrick Gage2 months ago in Poets
The Voice That Never Leaves A path that keeps repeating what I knew, It winds through shadows where my voice remains, The past returns with echoes I pursue.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Each night the stars return, but not your face, The silence pools where laughter used to be. I wander hallways time cannot erase.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
The Place I Should Have Stayed I walk the line between the gone and real, A path that keeps repeating what I knew, The past returns with truths I never feel.
Where I am is where I am not Casting myself instead to you Yearning for the touch ever sought - Anxious and waiting, days fraught
By EudaiLife2 months ago in Poets
Many the hearts I've trampled through One that causes me the most guilt The one that matters belongs to you * There are times I wish I could start anew
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
When darkness falls and your sins you recall the paralysis can leave you feeling captive and it's hard to find joy in anything at all
I regret not speaking to you when I had the chance My mind returns to you though you’re no longer near I long for the days when our voices could still embrace
By José Juan Gutierrez 2 months ago in Poets
I smell dirt in my dreams, as I imagine the grave Riding on a steed to collect my soul Death comes for those who cannot be saved
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
