heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Pornographic Venn Diagramming
It's all performative, all damned to death and back. Born we are into this system of crippled development. Portrayed as enlightenment, but the reality is anything but. . I have long rallied against such realities, despite the burial of my past innocence, forgotten sanctity. . I wrote down some thoughts: . Well hallelujah Spread thin Tongue twisting tautogrammic takes of trauma and triumph Male shame and toxicity mixed with a little alienation and Oh oh the resentment Wafer thin . Xenophobia and the hardened husk of hatred and illegitimate anger and distrust we have become . . Desperation . . The secret language of the sextape . . Pornographic Venn diagramming . The shame, oh the . Shame? . Generation after generation closed off and colder . Heart unresponsive as the irresponsible as the moral vocal cords for the majority . . Minorities kerbed, chided . . We become the grotesque we loathe . . All our yesterdays forgotten The abstract replaces the grounded In an instant . . We become the loathsome grotesque . . All our tomorrows forgotten The grounded replaces the pure In an instant . . We become the grotesque we loathe . . I have become that which I hate. As I bring down the hammer of the gods of inconsequence and their wards, the stupid and stationary, I feel the shame. . . Shame? . . Slàinte. . . Merci beaucoup Oui, oui Ventus, ventus. . . Lilith adores. Diana engorges the might of Artemis and the cynicism of Perseus. . . As I look to the mirror and dismay shoots through like a sgian-dubh of truth, claidheamh-mòr, I lift my Lochaber axe and punish the impure because I dare not face my own. Targe laid down. The dirk plunges into my neck by the phantom of reason. . . Fire. Fire. Fire. . . Water. Ice. . . Novocaine. . . Any D&D players available.Start writing...
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
Victim of manipulation
I thought you were a friend until you started playing mind games and I told you how I felt about you everything changed. You would become hot and cold and only reach out when you wanted something in return. My hopes and dreams of finding someone after years of being alone and focus on myself after a divorce. I prayed for true love. I thought
By Jennifer lindquist2 days ago in Poets
The Illusion of Love
Following the peace I found in "The Encounter," I had to face a harder truth. Love isn't always a lighthouse; sometimes, it’s a mirror that reflects our own willingness to settle for less than we deserve. We often stay silent not because we are weak, but because we are trying to hold onto a ghost. This poem is about that delicate, painful threshold—knowing the lie, feeling the betrayal, yet choosing to stay for one more heartbeat, until the soul finally decides it has had enough.
By Magma Star2 days ago in Poets
A broken Heart
A broken heart My heart is aching for the love you wants showed me. It’s as if someone tore my soul apart. Since I’ve lost you I haven’t been the same. My broken heart has sent me on fire and turned me into a heartless soul. I will not go without a fight I know my love I had for you once is now gone because of a broken heart that was made by you with your dishonesty. But, some how I can for give you because god once told me its going to be okay. Even though you have a broken heart you must move on and forgive those who may have deceived you and hurt your soul and broke your heart you must move on so when you die someday you can be at piece with the souls who broke your heart. So go at peace even with a broken heart.💔
By Jennifer lindquist3 days ago in Poets
