heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Place
So many places Familiar faces Conversations Different times that there is bliss and peace. This is what peace feels like in the midst of mental chaos
Devin SanchezPublished about a month ago in PoetsTomorrow, Yesterday, today…
I replace yesterday with today And as today becomes yesterday I realize that tomorrow I will miss today A never ending cycle and foray
Kenneth cruzPublished about a month ago in PoetsSad truths I found
Someone told me, Anger never exists, we do it ourselves. I found: Pain always exists, We hide it ourselves. My mirror blames me:
Eiman AsifPublished about a month ago in PoetsGhost in a Shell
Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsStrangeness of the Sea
The tension emitting from the sea, Built by impending rain, feels exactly like Love crashing over the shores of my Soul
Sofia Loren PerezPublished about a month ago in PoetsI Don't Feel Like a Woman
I don’t feel like a Woman: Because Woman is Freedom, And I feel the shackles upon my feet Placed at my birth. The umbilical cord was no sooner cut,
Sofia Loren PerezPublished about a month ago in PoetsReflection
She's the breeze that takes me Beyond the moon and the stars An untouched phenomenon That took me by the heart All that's left is my reflection
Frankie MartinelliPublished about a month ago in PoetsWe used to play a game, this silly game
We used to play a game, this silly game.. You asked me dreamily: "What are we eating?" Clutching my stomach I would say a name
Salomé SaffiriPublished about a month ago in Poets- Top Story - March 2024
Mini Pizzas
Kshh, Kshh, Kshh. Shhhhhhhh! I whisper-yell at my brother Hoping not to wake, mother Thunk, he places it on a small plate
Donna Fox (HKB)Published about a month ago in Poets - Top Story - March 2024
What Were We Thinking?
It's not simple, no step-by-step, no book on a shelf, a conversation eye to eye, a mother's answer, a father's certainty, a kiss at sunset, a bad choice righted, it's done, it's present, it's lasting, it's pain; it happened, it was, it changed you, it changed me, us, them, then, now and always. Words emptied into sighs, skies return to blue, endless, wander, wonder, was, is, could, maybe, only if's. Time, flying flawlessly like diving gulls, towering above one minute, swooping down into the depths of cold, green seas, tossing up a catch, feeding their newness screeching from the nest. Alone, every single atom feels the heart's imprint, good, bad, unknowing, what was yearned for, how it was sought, how it broke us into small bits of flesh to nourish our hunger for something, different, better, less or just kinder? You are who you are, your manner, your dress, hidden, or confessed, it's all ready, to unwrap, release, okay to live for. Don't pull away, nor withhold your dreams, your breath is mine, too. Let them pray, or cry, flail in their naivety; let go, surrender to the beauty of being here as you are, with or without me, them, approval or questions. On their knees, wanting desperately for us to be something other than who we are, it's their lack of Spring, of falling in love, their mourning regret. Never ours to behold.
Danny.
Danny had a car, a car that didn't go far The car had a gas gauge, with no gas to age Danny was sad, and the car being all he had
World PeacePublished about a month ago in PoetsReflections on Motherhood
I repeatedly brought my mother to tears. Her cries did not appeal to me as a ten-year-old. I wish I could go back now that I am a mommy.
Ranjith KumarPublished about a month ago in Poets