They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Been on fire, it burns, it hurts . Flares of pain, to brand the skin. There Is worse pain, I choose to forgive Be on my own, so now I can live
By Dana Mary Colleen Campbell5 days ago in Poets
I walked inside - she said: "what's up", as if I knew exactly who she was speaking of !? My WIFE !? I walked outside - he said: "yo mama" - I want you to ...........
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
The birds sang louder than ever before The Birdssang louder than before Rain fell steady, soaking the floor Worms surfaced, wriggling by the score
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
The Bigamist He kept two rings in separate drawers two smiles shaped for different laws one wife wore pearls and raised the roast
he picked her flowers and laid them bare once sweet, now sour if one compared ravaged the field staining the soil completely peeled
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden5 days ago in Poets
Do you have a person you are seeing !? This is usually the conversation !? Will you marry me comes after that - as I know, I am special !?
I should live in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - because my "HONEYMOON" was in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - ofcourse, I married the LOVE of my life - hoping we could be wives, if your'E that type of person - but maybe a husband will do !?
I’m tired of existing, of this body that lives without you. I'm tired of a pulse being the only signifier that I'm alive.
By Daniel K5 days ago in Poets
We watched the sky take you the way we always do– without looking up. ... Just another departure board blinking, just another gate call swallowed by coffee cups
By E.S.Flint 5 days ago in Poets
Baa baa black sheep How are you so cool? You’ve been sheared up Teared up, beaten down and used Maybe everyone else is just confused
By Raine Fielder6 days ago in Poets
Am I Losing My Mind Over You? Am I losing my mind over you or is this just the way it goes when someone breaks in quietly
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets
The Mental Asylum Where the Stay Is Only Hours No beds for dreaming. No time to heal. Just cold white walls and iron feel.
