They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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 Katsouros8 days 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 365poetry8 days 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)8 days 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 Abela8 days ago in Poets
Introduction These are just some words about how, when we lose friends and things we love, the memories are always with us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 days ago in Poets
This is but a free write. I've been in a handful of relationships to understand when a heart is broken. I'm currently in a situation-ship that moved to fast but is strong now. However, I'm always stuck with the same problem.
By Anonymous Writer 3789 days ago in Poets
A dream, dormant for decades, Returns all at once, Triggered by a movie. Words flow onto the page, Every silly move forgotten.
By Moon Desert9 days ago in Poets
I remember mornings when sunlight spilled over dirt roads, when possibility filled every conversation, and voices carried trust, not suspicion.
By Tim Carmichael9 days ago in Poets
I kept trying to explain that I am never with children !? I kept trying to explain that travelling around the world makes NO sense if I see the same !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
Dungeons and Murders Beneath the stones where time forgets, a hollow breath begins to crawl, the dungeon walls are slick with grief,
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
I heard the orchestra As I try to get into my lane in the front seat Clinch fist trying to hold the pain The meeting change everything
By Arlo Wysee9 days ago in Poets
