They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Please Stop The War. A little girl stands at the wire, her fingers thin and dust covered, curled around the sharp barbs as if the fence is the last edge
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadiraabout 3 hours ago in Poets
The Wound Of Words A mouth can be a weapon, Sharper than any blade held in anger. A breath becomes a storm, And a sentence falls like iron.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 3 hours ago in Poets
Strings Upon The Mind Who holds the strings above us? Who moves the quiet fingers? There are whispers behind thought, And shadows behind choice.
I showed him my crazy when I got ahold of his phone. Thumbs flying through numbers he swore he didn’t know. Texted each woman with a heart by her name.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 6 hours ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetryabout 6 hours ago in Poets
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 8 hours ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 13 hours ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
Cold snap coming, set to collide right smack into the warm front, possibly spawning tornadoes cyclones twisters, snapping treetops like matchsticks,
By Harper Lewisabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Winter rain on glass Echoes of your whispered vows Leaves fall, heart still, cold
By Forest Greenabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Of course I don’t love you anymore. You couldn’t even treat me like I was a human being, Worthy of respect and consideration.
By Meredith Harmonabout 24 hours ago in Poets
