They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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 Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"8 days ago in Poets
How many children do you have, and why? ******* We can't ask these questions during a JOB interview - it's weird, and they will SUE us for some unlikely cause of discrimination!!!
Every time I think of heartbreak, I immediately think of heartburn. Maybe because my heart can’t break from the love I once yearned.
By Yalisa Matos8 days ago in Poets
There was a space made for you before you arrived. A spot within our hearts a prayer without words. You existed
By Emilie Turner8 days ago in Poets
Something happened today and I didn’t want to tell you. It felt almost like freedom used to, this lack of desire to sparkle in your attention.
By Harper Lewis8 days ago in Poets
The Black Sheep Of The Family She was the black sheep of the family, never as good as her siblings in their polished light.
By Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
1. How ‘knowing’ and ‘thinking’ have very different definitions in the dictionary. Example: “I think I love you” is not the same as “I know I love you”.
By Eve Hill8 days ago in Poets
We loved each other in unfinished sentences. Always almost. Always later. Our mouths learned the shape of “someday” but our hands never reached it.
By luna hart8 days ago in Poets
I miss you—but not the you I dated, the you I lost. I don’t miss the person who learned to hate me. I miss the person who was oh so eager to get to know me.
By O.W8 days ago in Poets
Love Is Crap Love is crap, it shows up dressed as hope, with clean hands and a convincing smile. It promises warmth, a place to land,
