They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
When you fully embrace this path, Your former life, as you know it, vanishes, As if it would with the birth of your children.
By Moon Desert39 minutes ago in Poets
You Abused My Child Now You Must Die There are lines in this world that should never be crossed, lines that exist without question,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
You hear my words and respond But it's only a reflection Like the still surface of a pond Belying turmoil below. What was said will be lost
By Dana Crandellabout 4 hours ago in Poets
tattered {rags} d i s s o l v e in {couch} c r a c k s and corners {heart} snags c r u m b l e s w e e p s {wells} overdrawn
By Kristen Balyeatabout 5 hours ago in Poets
This is what it means to BURN - never to exist !? This is what it means to burn, to never exist !? The way in which our lives accept the little things in LIFe !
By 365poetryabout 6 hours ago in Poets
It did not vanish with a single stroke, no final curtain fell upon the stage. Instead, the light just thinned, the promise broke
By Meko James about 7 hours ago in Poets
Neglect, clear twenty years ago, resulted in the loss of invaluable lessons that shaped the future. Back then, nobody knew it yet,
By Moon Desertabout 7 hours ago in Poets
once weak and frail maintaining tides weathering gales where faith resides glimmers of hope and letting go temporal lobe
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !? During the 1800's, perhaps 1900's - I decided I wanted an Education !?
By 365poetryabout 10 hours ago in Poets
The hall is quiet. The air is still. The storm has washed the floor. You promised me a brand new sky, And swore to close the door
By Sara Wilsonabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Love. Do I really love this version of me? Do I really love the person I have become? Let's rewind. And ask. What has changed?
By Manisha Dhalaniabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Blow Wind Blow Blow wind blow, not across the trees, not across the roofs, come for me instead, I am standing here like something left behind,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 16 hours ago in Poets
