They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Your box of Barbies sit on the shelf A keepsake of sorts, a conquest, a shrine Good sir, are you proud of yourself? ~~~~
By Mikayla Rose2 months ago in Poets
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
I hear your voice when the night grows still, a quiet echo threading through my chest, and every memory bends to your will.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
I stand again where your footsteps used to fall, a quiet doorway holding the ghost of your name, and every breath reminds me of it all.
I walk the road where your voice used to stay, a soft echo rising from the quiet ground, and every thought pulls me back your way.
I keep returning to the words we left unsaid, soft echoes drifting through the quiet night, and every path I take leads where you once led.
I keep returning to the place your smile once stayed, where sunlight touched your face like a gentle vow, and every step I take feels somehow delayed.
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen 2 months ago in Poets
Purposely looking for the right man to be my base Where I am relaxed from all plights A strong man that can keep me in pace
By Sarah Danaher2 months ago in Poets
I met you in a season that wasn't ready for us- the air too thin, the days too loud, our lives running parallel like two trains
By E.S.Flint 2 months ago in Poets
I watched the night swallow the day Forced to let the outcome be And thought of things I didn't say My whispered ruminating led me astray
By Aaron Morrison2 months ago in Poets
The Door That Shouldn’t Open There’s a door in my house that no one remembers building, a thin wooden frame that hums late at night.
