They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
It’s not my own voice Returning to stroke my ears Her echoes …, haunting … Brick by mortared brick I built a protective wall
By Andrew C McDonald5 days ago in Poets
can I eschew metaphor and still awaken the sacred or abandon symbol while evoking the numinous in such an incurious language as English?
By John Cox5 days ago in Poets
I’ve been thinking about it all week, On how to say it plainly. No better way than to use the truth: I’m so afraid of losing you.
By Tornvec™5 days ago in Poets
I’ll say it clear, for those of you way in the back: * These are not normal times. * You want to believe it’ll pass,
By David Muñoz5 days ago in Poets
It was always unclear Undeniable adoration from me With confusion and fear I missed why you touched my knee I didn’t understand you were interested in
By Lisa Pulliam5 days ago in Poets
In distant lands, Where contrasting flavours meet on a dusty path, Innocence and boldness intertwine, Forging new values from timeless styles.
By Moon Desert5 days ago in Poets
She once asked me to kill her Instead of saying sorry, Who, in their right mind, would do that? Leaving me alone in the dark forest
It is my anniversary How do I celebrate 365 days of Bipolar 1 Depression? Broken Stalled Despite my hospitalisations I have failed to establish safety, then recovery
By Pauline Fountain5 days ago in Poets
Love me directly - that's what I said No excuses, lies I've been fed Of the time we spoke of sacred things We sat and laughed and ate like kings
By Aaron Michael Grant5 days ago in Poets
Remember Me One Day When silence folds around your name, And life no longer feels the same, Will something stir inside your chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 5 days ago in Poets
I am a whore for metaphor. In poetry, that’s great. To dip bitter words in sweetness, And put it on your plate. Scarfed down like chocolate dessert,
By Mama Magdalene5 days ago in Poets
When I tried to get closer, they met me with hostility. When I attempted to speak, my words twisted. I tried to correct what I thought was an error, only to find there was no error.
