They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A Red Rose Lay on My Grave The reddest rose lay on my grave silent tribute no hand to save its petals weep in quiet rain
By George’s Girl 2026 6 days ago in Poets
Life Extinction First the bees went, their hum replaced by a stillness that rang in the ears like grief. Then the rivers slowed,
There was a time I use 2 smile… Before I saw the world was vile. I touched the radio, changed the dial, Set my tone, arranged my style.
By PIFF MAGZ6 days ago in Poets
I made the same mistake again last night. And yesterday. I was so close to changing my behavior…. Just one half-step behind.
By Gabriel Shames6 days ago in Poets
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 Campbell6 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 365poetry6 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
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-Amsden6 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 K7 days ago in Poets
