heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Anticipation.
Every month, I wonder "Will that pregnancy test turn positive?" Crying tears of desperation that nobody understands, Living with hope and despair as the days go by,
Carol TownendPublished 2 days ago in PoetsParanormal School
My friends and I became interested in paranormal investigations a few years ago, though we are by no means professionals. We simply enjoy the thrill of exploring allegedly haunted locations together whenever we're able.
spooky sessionPublished 2 days ago in Poets"Eternal Embrace: The Loved Girl in the Heart of a Lost Boy"
In the labyrinth of his soul, she dwells, A cherished ember amidst the shadows, In the heart of a lost boy, her essence swells,
Spiridon MateiPublished 2 days ago in PoetsI just….don’t want to talk
Underneath a tough front, a frail heart, Behind each smile, there might be a hidden tale. Feeling tired, wounded, aching deep inside,
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSoul Catcher
“Evening, my fellow earthlings,” I greeted nervously as I approached my tribe. Clamorous responses were aimed at my late arrival.
Haggar BenPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsMeditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsEarthday Everyday
Celebrate Earth, our planet of blue and green desert and sea mountains and forests rivers and streams waterfalls! author photo
Andrea CorwinPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Unopened Gift
Ask me in December my mind jostled on that cold gray January mo(u)rning when my brother died The clouds were dark, the sun was hiding, my eyes were moist and I cried and cried
Rick Henry ChristopherPublished 2 days ago in PoetsLuck, be a Lady
Ling pretended that the snowflakes were apple blossoms As she entwined cherry blossoms betwixt the strands Of her perfectly coiffed, gloriously voluminous
Novel AllenPublished 2 days ago in PoetsNight out with the guys
About a year ago, I organized a night out with four friends. We met at my house in Australia and walked 5km to dinner as the evening cooled. Our route went through middle-class neighborhoods with little crime before entering a poorly maintained bush shortcut. The 1.5km path sat between hills in an old, dried-out creek bed with a fun, steep dip I biked down as a kid when the path was better maintained.
spooky sessionPublished 2 days ago in PoetsDemon river.
Demon river. ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. How long have you not tasted hot rice? At that time, the demonic river took away the roof above the head
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished 2 days ago in Poets