Her Mind a Tired River Her memories fade softly, like sunlight through lace, names slip away but faces still linger. She talks to her late husband,
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
Church’s raging in sin, Spirits consumed by desires, Hell doth hath fury.
By George Zelinski4 months ago in Poets
My heart aches in silence for a love he'll never return. His chest holds no echo of me, but mine still carries the weight of him, heavy life a storm I cannot outrun.
By Yulea4 months ago in Poets
You held my soul in your hand, and slowly clenched your first squeezing ever so fearlessly, as if my light were something soft, something you could mold or mute.
Campfire ghost story Murdered People Haunting Homes Insanity's Whispers
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman4 months ago in Poets
A poem that wonders — if everything ends, what still matters? The Space Between Stars explores how silence, love, and memory create meaning in a fleeting universe.
By Lila (Poetry)4 months ago in Poets
When the world tries to dim your light, let this poem remind you: the fire within doesn’t fade — it learns to burn smarter.
This poem explores how nature becomes both a mirror and a teacher — reminding us that healing is not about escape, but returning home to ourselves.
A poem about rediscovering yourself after breaking. For those learning to heal, forgive, and love the person in the mirror again.
A poem for anyone who’s ever felt lost, burned out, or forgotten—then realized their own spark never truly died. There was a time
Garden work’s dreadful, Harvesting rusty razors, My hand's killing me.
(A Dark Humor Poem) - Caution: This content contains mature language and themes that may not be suitable for all audiences. Trigger Warning
