Rich Powell

Stuck in a void of darkness, a heartbeat echoes out as I reflect on the past.

With every love, a piece of one's heart remains. As repeated heartbreak takes its toll, can a desire for what was once pure and strong ever be satiated?

A brief poem that I wrote about my current aching heart in a relationship that means so much to me.

Romance is dead? That conclusion may be foregone when you gaze upon the love-written words in my poem.

Anxiety is the lingering ghost that haunts many. Rhyming poem about anxiety.

A short, rhyming romantic poem about a past relationship in which I reeled for forgiveness because of past insecurity.