heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Ungrateful Reality We Face
My dear old folks mother and father… Why my hand that reached out to you all these years is pushed back and slapped? I may say words that I don’t mean, but those words are pain caused by your actions and provocations..
O! To Be Held By You Once More!
I don't know how long I can hide this grief. My sobs restrain and howling quell. This life is short and Time's a thief. ~
Judey KalchikPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBreaking Up With An Abuser
Breaking up with an abuser. They aren’t excuses, It's empathy. It is. I understand your point of view. I get it. We’re both learning.
Jamie RamsayPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe column
I was dreaming feverishly as the column divides me Pain that shoots and runs and tosses We cut ourselves open For our wombs to remain whole
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSun
Intoxicating. You're a fireball in the cosmos. A firecracker come to life. The earth revolves around you but I will not. Drama queen with all your theatricality. You're always on the stage even when there is no play. A thundering inferno, I know these antics so well. I've immortalized you with a melody of the gods. You tell me it's no good. Mere mortals are not on your level. I am captivated. I worship at the altar of a narcissist. I wouldn't dare harm your pride. I apologize for the insincerity. I hope Andromeda swallows you whole so we can be rid of you one and for all. It's a shame the universe will kill you before I ever do
Anna TorresPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIn the End, the Sea Will Win
The Sea. Wild, dark, deep. Indifferent to where we wrap arms in sleep. But it beats daily against our staunch sand wanting nothing less than to eat as much as it can.
Mark R. CieslakPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRed blue ghost
Red-blue ghost muse Hide away from my red blotches and blue hues Red-blue ghost lounged in my vessels And tugged at strings they never intended to hold,
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhat if I’d held my ear to the ground
what if I’d held my ear to the ground felt the vibrations cascade over earth’s gentle curve what if I’d listened to my intuition’s sound
Jen Parkhill “JP”Published 4 months ago in Poetsfind
i keep boys like trophies line them up on the shelf along with the t-shirts they left in my room, the gum that’s still
Time Witch
Enter the bubble of the time witch Watch as your mind drifts into a ditch Here there are no watches Just swatches of protruding pasts
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBurn to Ashes
Burn burn to ashes the parts you don't need Write write on paper the parts you don't need Your anger, your anxiety your mistakes, your regrets
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsVenus
Am I worthy? While you're locked away in a tower, I bow down to your vanity. You're the oasis in my mind of a desert. A distant shore on the oceans of chaos. My skull is a hurricane and you are the rock I cling to. Such a stoic. You use your skills on my body like a canvas. A sculptor, shaping my marble like an uneven statue. My rigidity is weighed down by your grandeur. My fragility is ignored by your arrogance. Oh, King of the Heavens. Regality is your grace. I am fatigued but you have no expiration date. They say you're the god of love but you're the god of nothing. I will drink my agua tofana and you will watch me curl up and die. Your greed is my downfall. Your apathy is a weapon of mass destruction
Anna TorresPublished 4 months ago in Poets