heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Tiny Fingers, Giant Heart
Tiny fingers grip my hand, Eyes that shine, a wonderland. Sleepy sighs and milk-stained chin, My giant heart, held safe within.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsUnable to Forget
A lost year for sure. Not for growth, for knowledge, for perseverance. Not for understanding complexity, or existentialist concepts.
Justin HigginsPublished 4 months ago in Poetsthe want you had for me
Oh how I want the want you had for me to be the want you have for me. Oh how I need the need you had for me to be the need
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsUnbroken Hearts
Unbroken hearts remain most lonely, For as the sun in azure east doth rise, So falls again, in perception only. ------------
Mark StonePublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe 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 Poets