PoetryVerse - the poem and the meaning

Thelostone

The weight of love Published: October 26, 2026

She learned the shape of his voice before she learned the weight of her own worth— how it could soften like rain in July, or strike like glass against tile. “I love you,” he’d say, and she would gather those words like fragile things— press them to her ribs, hide them where bruises bloom. But love from him was a coin that always flipped midair— landing sharp-side down as “I hate you.” And every time he said it, something inside her obeyed. She swears— one day, she felt her knees give out, felt the world tilt sideways, her body collapsing like a

Mikhail Moonasar

THE MOON ASKED Published: October 24, 2026

The moon asked whom I wait for I named the one I can't forget It asked why tears fall evermore I said she's gone, I love her yet The moon asked why I still remain When she was never mine to hold I said some hearts are born with pain And some loves never grow old The moon fell silent in the sky Then asked what I expected there I said to love her till I die Though she was never mine to care The moon asked what happens when I die I said my love will still remain For even heaven may ask me why I loved a woman who never came

Vrab

Makup Published: October 20, 2026

All the shades of old desires wear blue makeup tonight, mascara of disillusions for your banished look of blight. And with longing’s faded rouge, fall silent words that sear the lips that never dared to move, to let themselves go near. And now, as though nothing came to pass, your eyes stay cold as glass, two pearls of outlaw pride, ever since the love has died.

One Blue Jockey

Bullet Train Published: October 19, 2026

The train the train of change has arrived a few weeks for it to leave me alone in my room my heart is too slow all is happening to soon and I am bound to never know what the next firework will be or where the bullet will come from to leave me dead in the snow in a country I do not remember going to all alone without my clothes and my books and prized possessions.

Mark Dicks

A Role I Know by Heart Published: October 08, 2026

One step further. That's all it takes, a step. But towards where? Into my heart, or into my mind? Or into the life of someone I've yet to understand? I'm never sure which way to go, yet always know which way works. A whisper here, a fleeting touch, and suddenly, I'm bound to her soul. But why does my end of the string grow duller with every pull? The words come easy, their weight, less so. I speak as though I mean them, and convince myself I do, until- Every movement feels rehearsed, every feeling, a familiar line. I've played this part so

Hxney

Real Man Published: August 05, 2026

Rough hands foreign amongst dime, Earned their throne through paths unknown to me. A thin veil which conceals, Like a viper slithering low, shedding its outer layer to what suits him best. My once kind seed, begone with all unwanted ways; she detests. All for nought, yearning for feather-light touches that may never grace. No son of mine is man.