They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Dear Moon, I wonder if you can see my pain? Can you sense my emotions? You know; The ones I hide inside of my broken heart, every night;
By Carol Ann Townendabout an hour ago in Poets
I've seen it short, tall - ugly, fat !? You name it - it's just exactly that !? I've seen it short, tall - pretty and ugly !? You name it - it's exactly that !? Exactly what, that !? That is what a human is - !? A "NAIL" !? A human has a nail, now I gotta start over from "scratch" !
By 365poetryabout 3 hours ago in Poets
everything changes without notification life turns on a dime ** A/N: In loving memory of the friendship we shared. You will be sorely missed.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout 4 hours ago in Poets
today there was a dead robin facing upward white belly intact 🐦⬛ Copyright © 3/2/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin Thanks for stopping by! 😃 You can subscribe for free. Please consider leaving a comment. ✍️❤️
By Andrea Corwin about 14 hours ago in Poets
Last night my daughter woke me— not only because the moon was rare, but because she understood I had forgotten how to look up.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 17 hours ago in Poets
I am a jigsaw of broken glass Each piece on the verge of reach My fingertips graze the razor edges Leaving me with The wounds of wanting
By Mina Careyabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Has anyone else noticed not one morning has come gently, not one sunrise without sirens in the news, not one cup of coffee poured in stillness
By Tim Carmichaelabout 23 hours ago in Poets
A house keeps every word you thought dissolved into air. The morning after, the doorknob flinched. at every draft— as if your hand might return
By abualyaanartabout 23 hours ago in Poets
I Carry The World I walk beneath a sky that will not bend, With weight pressed hard against my fragile spine. The world sits heavy on my aching back,
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
I love the feel of warm coffee on my lips Like warm kisses first thing in the morning It reminds me of waking up with you
By Archery Owl a day ago in Poets
I learned early how to swallow storms. How to let my eyes burn without allowing the rain to fall. How to smile in photographs while my heart quietly cracked behind the flash.
By Shahid Zamana day ago in Poets
I know my own name, and I also know my own face !? I know where I came from, who my life was, and also where I went to school !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
