They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
You miss them. So do I. Our people are different but the story's the same. What was once love is now withered away, A dead rose sits in the back of your closet because you're secretly hoping it will bloom again,
By Dylan 6 days ago in Poets
You know, I’m afraid of leaving you… You’ll make me sick, that’s what you’ll do! You’ll make me crave you all over again,
By Nicole Attenhofer6 days ago in Poets
The last box was lighter than I expected. Mostly air, and that dry-paper smell of things that used to matter every day.
By Milan Milic6 days ago in Poets
Killing A Moment Killing a moment happens quietly, no sound, no warning sign. A glance missed, a word unsaid, a crossing of invisible lines.
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
His heart said yes But his mind said no Her heart said no and her mind also Thrown together By fate alone A love that never
By Calvin London6 days ago in Poets
I re-apply the plasters, for them to fall off in the shower and reveal mistakes and callouses I try hard not to aggravate.
By Reece Beckett6 days ago in Poets
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
By Latisha Fairfull6 days ago in Poets
I’m unlearning rules I never agreed to, but lived by like rent. Don’t be too much. Don’t need too much. Don’t make a scene.
By Milan Milic7 days ago in Poets
Why Did The Colours Run I washed the day with careful hands, believing what was bright would stay, reds and blues held their own names,
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert7 days ago in Poets
Citizen of the Shelf, This message applies to you. The one with the barcode of someone’s, maybe branded across your forehead.
By Andre The First7 days ago in Poets
My fingers were bruised! The thumb etched into the corners of a mysterious nightmare, but I'm a stickler for prints. I'm a dynamo waiting to unfold as I swipe my tips across the miracle God bestowed on my delicate palms.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of KharĂ´n Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"7 days ago in Poets
