They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
you enjoy peeling the scales flesh ripped away from my eyes till I am blindly transparent and over dramatized fearfully irrelevant
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 days ago in Poets
Sitting here in the ashes of our sexual burnt out fire, Something that was big in the peak of our desire, Sexually for filling uncontrollably hot sex,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
I wish that I were special Different in some way Would you then notice me? Maybe even stop to say good day Would you be my special friend
By Calvin London3 days ago in Poets
You have been giving Comfort for 12 years now You are the smartest pup I have ever had You were our son's dog before he died
By Gregory Payton3 days ago in Poets
Tears become starlight through the cracks, joy finds its way, blooming from the ache.
By Parsley Rose 3 days ago in Poets
Every hour's a different level of awake and aware of surroundings and people, and care for you that we have and give is not always heard or understood
By Emma Weir3 days ago in Poets
I knew. I just didn’t leave. That’s the part I don’t like admitting. There wasn’t a moment where everything suddenly broke,
By Miss. Anonymous🌻3 days ago in Poets
I didn't need diamonds, fancy dinners, or trips to places with clear blue water. I only needed time--- attention I didn't have to beg for.
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
Sometimes our imagination runs wild when we don't know the fun of life ! The danger that lies in front of us - beside us or in the world that nothing can stop us !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
If I could eat this shirt, would I be a shirt !? What kind of question is that - I don't know I'm just asking !? If I could eat this shirt, WOULD I be a shirt !?
The Edge of the Earth I walked until the road disappeared, where the land ends in quiet despair, the wind pulled my hair like fingers,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
Mr narcissist the wicked man He was poison but I drank it like wine willingly eyes wide open. I was a game called hurt he love it.
