They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In the quiet of dawn, it began, A whisper of life, a gentle span. Soft as a breeze, tender and new, A rhythm of hope, pure and true.
By Zain writesabout 2 hours ago in Poets
an evening moment that caught me off guard and also expected * an evening moment expectedly unexpected clarity clouded with the opacity of love
By aliabout 2 hours ago in Poets
You shouldn't be here. She was chosen over me. Your rehearsed, half-hearted apologies NOT accepted. You mistook my silence for softness,
By Julie Lacksonenabout 3 hours ago in Poets
A weary whimper and soft sigh Went almost unnoticed that day. Our lives limped drearily along Washed out; devoid of colour
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about 5 hours ago in Poets
Let the shift adrift and tease. Let life blend it past with time. Let me sore and breathe and hiss. As if there’s no time behind.
By Laura Rodbenabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Weather The Sea Storms The sea does not wait, it does not ask if you are ready, it rises when it rises, and you are left to face it
By George’s Girl 2026 about 9 hours ago in Poets
If Only I Could Turn Back Time If only I could turn back time, I would step lighter on that forked road, the one turn I took,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 10 hours ago in Poets
The trouble I got into my first week of college… it’s something I’d hoped to forget. Naive enough to let someone in… Someone who took my life in his hands and molded it into something unrecognizable.
By Gabriel Shamesabout 11 hours ago in Poets
"It kills me not to know this but I've all but just forgotten What the colour of her eyes were, and her scars or how she got them
By Insinq Datumabout 12 hours ago in Poets
I haven’t seen this since you left— your name and image under my story. I used to check and see if you saw what I posted,
By Jesse Leeabout 13 hours ago in Poets
When one is raised by hypocrisy, Is it irony to become a hypocrite? Or is that just the natural progression The way people grow
By Lolly Vieiraabout 14 hours ago in Poets
TW: Suicide Oh, little one. Why did you act so? Oh, little bird. Why did you decide to fly Before your wings soared? Oh, pretty baby.
By Manisha Dhalaniabout 21 hours ago in Poets
