They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
So I was thinking about the only person in my life !? He said to me, I will never know what exactly a "MALE" wants - hoping I wanted him as a person !?
By 365poetry4 days ago in Poets
Dear Kids You want to grow up so fast Mom wants you to stay small When mom looks at you she still sees a little one You look at yourself and see an "adult"
By LaShunta H4 days ago in Poets
Limerence. I watch two boys love, fall in love, make love. I watch and I yearn/regret/wish/hate. I want the strong jaw, like a coarse-cut diamond:
By Jennifer A. G.4 days ago in Poets
I used to wake up Not knowing where I was The blur between days Days to weeks Weeks to months Still here, but not really
By Gail Fredricks4 days ago in Poets
Okay, I was beaten, 250 times, because - I want..... NO children !? Okay, I am never going to marry someone special, because - I want.... NO family !? Okay, I was sent to get my brain checked out, because - I want.... NO friendships !?
susan will die soon. i can see it - her color is pale and mottled; her body shudders unconsciously. i can smell it - the sterility of the hospital masks the worst of the sour backdrop.
By kp5 days ago in Poets
I hope one day I could lie down on a table and you cut me open ?? You replace the brokenness that I have, and just put some children in it!?
By 365poetry5 days ago in Poets
My heart breaks like shards of glass, Left on the floor, in tiny pieces, Though my love is still made to last; Your pain tears me into pieces,
By Carol Ann Townend5 days ago in Poets
I don't want to be left behind. All my cousins are getting married and I'm not, It's fine. I'm happy, I am. But I don't want to be the last one adding a plate to my grandmother's table.
By Dylan 5 days ago in Poets
ex hiding secrets my presence sets off alarms "friends" oblivious
By Tina D. Lopez5 days ago in Poets
Playing Games Haiku Playing with my head You think you’re a step ahead playing with my head ♦️♣️♥️♠️ Playing Games With My Head
By Marie381Uk 5 days ago in Poets
Why do shame, hesitation, fear, and quiet anxiety refuse to walk gently between us? Why must they stand like guarded doors
By luna hart5 days ago in Poets
