They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Last night my daughter woke me— not only because the moon was rare, but because she understood I had forgotten how to look up.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 2 hours ago in Poets
I am a jigsaw of broken glass Each piece on the verge of reach My fingertips graze the razor edges Leaving me with The wounds of wanting
By Mina Careyabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Has anyone else noticed not one morning has come gently, not one sunrise without sirens in the news, not one cup of coffee poured in stillness
By Tim Carmichaelabout 7 hours ago in Poets
A house keeps every word you thought dissolved into air. The morning after, the doorknob flinched. at every draft— as if your hand might return
By abualyaanartabout 8 hours ago in Poets
I Carry The World I walk beneath a sky that will not bend, With weight pressed hard against my fragile spine. The world sits heavy on my aching back,
By Marie381Uk about 10 hours ago in Poets
I love the feel of warm coffee on my lips Like warm kisses first thing in the morning It reminds me of waking up with you
By Archery Owl about 10 hours ago in Poets
I learned early how to swallow storms. How to let my eyes burn without allowing the rain to fall. How to smile in photographs while my heart quietly cracked behind the flash.
By Shahid Zamanabout 12 hours ago in Poets
I know my own name, and I also know my own face !? I know where I came from, who my life was, and also where I went to school !?
By 365poetryabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Going from the one being heart broken To being lied to To finding out things Shedding tears countless nights Crying in the showers
By Merjaunie Lenaa day ago in Poets
When Kama Knocked I got the kiss, the punch, and the bruises, Your love was a blade wrapped in a promise, I wore the purple proof beneath my silence,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Learning to live without someone in your life, Learning to do things that you enjoyed with that someone special. Learning to breathe again and know that you will be ok.
By Terri Rosalla day ago in Poets
WHEN GIANTS MOVE Across the ocean, two giants breathe, one draped in stars and certainty, one wrapped in iron and old ambition,
