heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Ghoul male
Ghoul male _____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. you said you love me I believed you too Your care, enchanting love enchanted me
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished 3 days ago in Poetsthe way we love(d)
embrace me harder cozy like a campfire let loose your cork-trapped love interrupt me politely, and slow dance with me for all of
Candy
A twisted wrapper tossed aside bobbles toward the shore I’ve seen that candy pass my lips and felt the want for more I thought of you and her a while and tried not to regret
Christy MunsonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Strange Case of the Haunted Bungalow
An ex-colleague of mine once told me an eerie story that may be the creepiest one I've heard. Unfortunately, I don't know many details besides what he told me since we no longer work together. I'll recount it as best I can.
spooky sessionPublished 3 days ago in Poetstheir attractive empty promises
Sc r e w e d without (hope) Shots fired oo o oo o by life and vice leave b l e e d i n g bullet holes o oo oo o o o z i n g and s e e p i n g
Paul StewartPublished 3 days ago in PoetsLonely Alone in Togetherness
Once so close, yet I stand apart, Lost in the din, a silent heart. Surrounded by nature, yet I'm alone, . Amidst laughter's echoes, a solitary tone.
Krishan MubasharPublished 4 days ago in PoetsFaded Love
I'm still in our house. We were happy together. Very wealthy. We had money. Good jobs. Cars, Beautiful house. But he left me.
Gloria PenelopePublished 4 days ago in PoetsSleep paralysis or awake?
To set the stage, my grandmother has a vacation house on an old burial ground where my father experienced many paranormal events as a child. When I was 14, my family stayed there for a few nights.
spooky sessionPublished 4 days ago in Poetssubjection
Author's Note: This poem's subject is sexual assault and might be triggering. Reader discretion is advised. _____________________________
Christy MunsonPublished 4 days ago in PoetsWhat We Used To Be
Is it wrong of me to want you back in my life? To want the good parts again? I know how wrong you were for me and how much you hurt me, but I miss the version of you that was good.
Angel AdagioPublished 4 days ago in Poetsfulfilment
Bullet holes ...shots hurt * dark recesses riddled * rip fresh shards flesh * fractured bloody lifeline dripping
Paul StewartPublished 4 days ago in PoetsLove Trap
Love Trap ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. I did not foretell any storm in Chaitra's farewell to the arrival of Baisakh.
Aranna Hasan DelwarPublished 4 days ago in Poets