heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Proofs and Theories
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
Hridya SharmaPublished 21 minutes ago in PoetsPoetic Ghost
I know I shouldn't have Come here, the Paradise hill Mistakes from hill (hell) but came here, no one could save Who told me to
Let Me Write These Lines For You
Let me write these lines for you Before I bid this place adieu And let my heart pour out its grief Until the words I write imbue
Jowie EspirituPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsTies That Bind
If God was the spool and we were the thread Life made us the fool and loves power is dead If people would do the things that they said Love could heal the wounds and would win in the end But what is and what is hoped for are not always the same Love is a list of unfortunate chores and a myriad of redundant games
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 7 hours ago in PoetsWatcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
spooky sessionPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsSee Me
I am made of glass. Transparent, Noticeable only when unclean. Everything I am is brittle, Brittle bones, Brittle feelings,
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsIn December
For Babs Iverson's Ask Me In December Challenge If you should happen to see me, Then please turn your heart away. Please don’t try to remember,
Hannah MoorePublished about 15 hours ago in Poets"RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MAN'S WIFE"
RESPECT ME AS I AM NO MANS WIFE! I AM OKAY AS AN ECCENTRIC MOM & GRANDMA! As a woman I had to write this from my heart and soul
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsI Cried
I refused to look at him Not once Because then I would melt And look weak I refused to look Not once Until the very end
Don't Tell Me When It's Time To Go
Don't tell me when it's time to go, I'm not done yet; I have places to be, Sights to see, Stories to write, I'm not done being me.
Carol TownendPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsLost in Destiny’s Wake
If one day, we don’t talk anymore, Will you feel sad, I implore? Time might wear our friendship thin, Silently, our bonds might grow dim.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished about 21 hours ago in Poets