They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I seriously thought I was his type !? You know the person that is "BITTER" because I have NO fight !? I seriously believed I was her type, the miserable piece of "twat" that has NO home !?
By 365poetry16 days ago in Poets
Remember - I can't ... that's a word !!! Remember - I will never ... those are words !!!! Remember - you are NOT something ... that's the problem !!!
The Weight of What Was Held She turns away from the offered key, her hair moving like a storm that refuses to settle, there is history in the angle of her shoulders,
By George’s Girl 2026 17 days ago in Poets
when my guttural cries lift gifted rosaries in fractured prayer, begging for forgiveness, i know it is over. when her "please" turns into "never again," and the emphatic desire dissolves,
By kp17 days ago in Poets
There is no way it’s only been three years Day after day I’ll admit it’s hard to be here. It’s unacceptable to live a life just drinking whiskey and beer.
By Timothy S. Vennell17 days ago in Poets
The Good, The Bad, And The Strange The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands, A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,
all of nature calls out the birds sing like they know my tale the earth cries leaving no doubt nature is speaking in braille
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden17 days ago in Poets
Nothing like a carnival, let’s get hand stamps, screw paying per ride— fiercely fickle flat fee feels like a bargain. Let’s get dizzy on the Himalaya,
By Harper Lewis17 days ago in Poets
Sam and Lila fireworks loss grief pain reunion fireworks loss grief reunion fireworks grief loss reunion rescue
I am not really squermish, but I like this image !? Masculinity is hard to pronounce, but in my religion, they are NOT allowed !?
By 365poetry17 days ago in Poets
I hate the sky - I can't see it from where I'm sitting !? I hate the bag, that makes others see the sky - hahaha that's not funny, but good try !?
she came upon a bag of bones abandoned there, scattered in stone without a face, flesh nearly gone like paper lace neath the harvest moon
