They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I wish it had been better, When we were together. Though the blame is not all my own, The seeds of hatred sown, Were.
By Maura Bernsteinabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The Bigamist Poem 2 She was not the secret, She was the daylight mistake. Introduced with careful pauses, As if truth could be softened by tone.
By Marie381Uk about 4 hours ago in Poets
I kept waiting for a sign a green light, a gold star, Someone clapping from the sidelines like: yes, you may now become yourself.
By Milan Milicabout 4 hours ago in Poets
He calls himself a perfectionist but his house tells another story— clutter stacked in corners, an odor choking the air,
By Tina D. Lopezabout 5 hours ago in Poets
The Servants Who Suffered in 1854 They rang the bell, the silver tray, their names unknown to history’s say Hands rubbed raw by soot and starch
By Marie381Uk about 5 hours ago in Poets
The Sad Clown He paints the smile a little wide to hide the ache he holds inside the children laugh, the crowd leans near
Villains aren’t born; they’re made— shaped by old wounds, often forged in heartbreak, certain their cruelty is self-preservation.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Like if I were to ask a person what's your favourite thing to do!? He, or perhaps she might say - listen come over and let's chill with two!?
By 365poetryabout 9 hours ago in Poets
my scream did not pierce the sky in a crackling snap of a whip, it did not touch the heart of heaven nor did it make the ground tremble and scatter like a million fall leaves
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 10 hours ago in Poets
They say if you love someone you should set them free. I didn't ask to be freed. A hand let go and called it mercy like I was a wounded animal
By Tina D. Lopezabout 11 hours ago in Poets
I decide where to lead myself If you have left me alone Then I will go where I am not I will decide my own happiness
By Quinn Changusabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Dear February, teach me softness... not the kind that breaks, but the kind that bends without losing its shape. Teach me how to be gentle
By Muhammad Haroon khanabout 21 hours ago in Poets
