They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Please - Please--Please--- No further wars- No further bombing--no further bloodshed By the order of the people of the world-----
By Susan Payton3 days ago in Poets
So I was browsing the internet, you know the usual thing !? Can you believe I have a "DIAMOND" ring !? It was placed in the cup, no the spoon - no the rose NOO the ........
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
The devil places charges, the darkness hurls spears; he hates and hurts with wound and vice - tearing flesh, finding fears.
By Gabriel Huizenga3 days ago in Poets
My hand begins to tremble As my finger starts to squeeze The barrels to my brow now As I rest upon my knees Tears slowly seeping from the corners
By Edward Val4 days ago in Poets
Within the depths of the rivers of woe, the radiant sun has since lost his way, and having nowhere left for me to go, I turn my back and leave behind the Day.
By Lizzy Rose4 days ago in Poets
perhaps it was always me to blame but i never played never played the cheating game i never ever thought to stray
By Bren4 days ago in Poets
Loop the loop Please do not come back Negativity is like a hoop It's like a mind attack 👊👊👊👊👊😠Here we go again No hope insight
By Mariann Carroll4 days ago in Poets
Under the Stairs It Waits There is a space beneath the stairs, Where light forgets to stay, Where dust hangs thick like something living,
By George’s Girl 2026 4 days ago in Poets
For years, you left me watching the door, Yearning for you to walk through it, Once more. Now, time has passed, And here you are,
By Carol Ann Townend4 days ago in Poets
The Locksmith’s Last Key He came at dusk, with iron breath, Keys whispering low in his coat, Each one held a door long buried,
I am my father's daughter He sees his tenacity in me I am my grandmother’s granddaughter She sees her green thumb in me
By Alys Revna4 days ago in Poets
Time is a mother with silent hands, rocking the hours we cannot hold, she hums in shadows, soft and deep, turning our memories into gold.
By Zain writes4 days ago in Poets
