They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I will always remember you. You will always have a place in my heart. When I lost you, a piece of my heart broke, a piece that will never be whole again.
By Minou J. Lindeabout 22 hours ago in Poets
I fall in love with moments, with quiet smiles, with the way hearts speak when words fall short. They call people like me romantics.
By Salman Writesabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Such a pretty little baby Came into the world A smile on her face Love in her heart Never learned to walk Never learned to talk
By Len Shermanabout 23 hours ago in Poets
Oh, he's home early Quick, smiles on Don't let him see That you've known all along The messages, the whispers, the looks
By Melissaabout 23 hours ago in Poets
He sits alone by the old front door, Waiting for steps he hears no more. His tail is still, his eyes are low, Missing the love he used to know.
By shaoor afridiabout 24 hours ago in Poets
The towering arc of a tidal wave about to crash, its barrel curling in on itself. For a moment, in slow motion gravity pulling, tidal-force propelling
By Tim Boxera day ago in Poets
Coal miners Haiku British coal mines gone Miners rest where work Began underground they sleep.
By Marie381Uk a day ago in Poets
Too Much Sun The sun feels warm, it shines so bright, makes the day glow full of light. But every time you skip the shade,
My birthday was last week, and like everybody else - I've literally been the only shadow in the house! My birthday was last week, and literally the house was empty, the "MOUSE", was in for some "good" surprise!
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
So like look, I've been blowing my nose too many times! I've been trying to understand where exactly the 70% of water belongs, that every person has said - in our bodies!
This ghazal explores the liminal space between sleep and waking, presence and absence. As the beloved departs, the world subtly slows, yet their voice continues to arrive first—unbound by distance. It is a poem about clarity that survives separation.
By heasb002a day ago in Poets
This ghazal reflects the tension between motion and stillness, between certainty and doubt. The beloved becomes a quiet anchor—present not through closeness, but through meaning. It is a poem about how love survives distance by becoming direction itself.
By heasb001a day ago in Poets
