They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I showed him my crazy when I got ahold of his phone. Thumbs flying through numbers he swore he didn’t know. Texted each woman with a heart by her name.
By Tina D. Lopezless than a minute ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetry41 minutes ago in Poets
The Hand Above The Shadow A great hand hangs above the figure, Quiet, patient, and unseen. Threads descend through empty air,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 2 hours ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetryabout 7 hours ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
Cold snap coming, set to collide right smack into the warm front, possibly spawning tornadoes cyclones twisters, snapping treetops like matchsticks,
By Harper Lewisabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Winter rain on glass Echoes of your whispered vows Leaves fall, heart still, cold
By Forest Greenabout 16 hours ago in Poets
Of course I don’t love you anymore. You couldn’t even treat me like I was a human being, Worthy of respect and consideration.
By Meredith Harmonabout 18 hours ago in Poets
The horrors of humanity have never been more televised. A novel tragedy thrums through waves reaching my eyes and ears any time I flip on a TV.
By Lolly Vieiraabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Beauty Smothered In Flame An orange rose rises from the dark soil, Petals bright as a fading sunset, Yet black edges creep along its skin,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 21 hours ago in Poets
Evil Watches As We Burn High in the wounded sky the eye appears, A terrible circle of living fire, Red and orange flames twist through the clouds,
The Mind Games She Plays She says she’s fine then watches who believes her asks a question then waits for the wrong answer
By George’s Girl 2026 about 22 hours ago in Poets
