They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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 an hour 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 2 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 2 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 3 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 4 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 5 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 9 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 11 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 21 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 Rajesha day 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
