They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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 365poetry14 minutes 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 an hour 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 5 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 7 hours ago in Poets
Messages From My Dead Wife The first time, I thought it was grief playing tricks, A voice shaped from longing, nothing more,
I was your perfect alibi Never did lie Choosing silence Hid your violence Violet was my favorite hue Black eyes changed view
By Tina D. Lopezabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Do you remember the promise ? The promise you made to stay... But yet you left - Not forever, I guess? The whispered promise to celebrate?
By Aahna Rajeshabout 24 hours ago in Poets
You see something gentle. A woman who smiles at the right moments, who nods like she understands how this is supposed to go,
By Danielle Katsourosa day ago in Poets
I pledge, I knew better - I will learn better !? I pledge, I knew better than the person sitting next to me !? I pledge - you said you should, would, could !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
I sat down for 900 hundreds hours, musky dirty - without FOOD and WATER !? I sat down talking to myself making sure I know for a fact that I'm not with anything that says I am stressed like that !?
Written by a human, for humans, always. --- This cannot be... How did this happen? I thought I had beaten this... I thought I had won.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)a day ago in Poets
I breathe it in — the darkness. It courses through my veins, filling my nose, burning as it drips down the back of my throat.
By Amanda Abelaa day ago in Poets
