They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees He stands between the fading light and time, A figure pressed against the thinning air,
By George’s Girl 2026 10 days ago in Poets
Oh, Isabel, so thin and pale-- charm wasted on the breeze that carries with it the poem’s dark-hued words that prod the
By Paul Aaron Domenick10 days ago in Poets
5th avenue in boxing gloves what's tied to you they want to have two bags from saks red bottom shoes random attacks mask and tattoo
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 days ago in Poets
Why is he staring through, as if he knew what to do !? A little muppet I suppose, assuming this is something that makes sense !?
By 365poetry10 days ago in Poets
Red Flowers in a Broken Sky The flowers rise, like warnings in the air, Their red breath burning through a restless dream,
By George’s Girl 2026 11 days ago in Poets
Christmas without you once again Dad At 29, I cried like a child. God took the dad that I loved The house was quiet, lights softly aglow,
Life Beyond This Earth I did not paint this to please the eye, it came out sharp, restless, almost watching me, lines crossing where they should not meet,
the vodka bottle stays hidden next to the dish detergent • during commercials I shuffle into the kitchen and take a drink
By Bride of Sound11 days ago in Poets
How Can I Dream Upon A Star If The Sky Is Black How can I dream upon a star, if the sky is black, If night has swallowed every spark, and will not give them back,
I Saw the Sunset in Your Eyes I saw the sunset in your eyes, not fading, not leaving, but burning slow, a quiet fire across the soul,
Rotten fruit will fall on its own. No hand need pull it to the ground. Plentiful harvest won’t be known. Crows and maggots will feast around.
By Tina D. Lopez11 days ago in Poets
In a poem, “Moon Halo,” I said I deleted the photos of us. The messages too— the ones I kept like insurance where he spoke poorly of his friends.
