They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Confusion upon contusions sleepless nights and no solution wondering why it is you're suffering under this cruel tyranny, but you're sure it'll get better.
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Poets
I kept pondering on the events of the past week I've been dating a cheat and that makes me sick The sound of his voice still makes me feel weak
By Nelia Ephraim3 years ago in Poets
I wanted to say, But couldn't express, I waited for you, But you wouldn't come. You were here, But lost somewhere, I sadly chuckled,
By Ming Xiao3 years ago in Poets
A Million Times I have needed you, A Million Times I’ve cried, If Love Alone Could Save You, You Never Would Have Departed,
By FAUSTINA OFOSUA ACQUAYE3 years ago in Poets
I'm a genius but I can't formulate what happened between us Everything was cool up until You made me look like a fool So what am I supposed to do when you were the one I go to?
By J3 years ago in Poets
A mother’s job is to nurture with a tender guiding hand. A mother’s job is to encourage understanding and not demand. A mother’s job is to inspire her seedling with a loving no hovering stance.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
the teapot is loud like a train coming down tracks both are welcomed sounds . . . [12/17/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
call after call complaint after complaint deliveries delayed packages destroyed audio civil unrest nothing prepares you for
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Title: Echoes of Pricks Subtitle: A Elegy for Lost Memories In silent chambers, they lie dormant, Tiny sentinels, memories torrent. Each slender lance carries tales unspoken, Of shattered hopes, and dreams broken.
By Idogho Oghale3 years ago in Poets
No pen can capture, no brush can impart, The paw prints etched deep within my heart. Tiny imprints, a delicate trace, Of a love so fierce, it left an embrace.
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
Still exhausted What's a perfect sleep? My eyelids sit perfectly on a bridge in my dreams When I wake up you bolted, and I'm forced to remember
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, I hear your name, Echoes of a lost love, lighting the flame. The stars whisper secrets, in an eternal language,
By Hendrik SancheZ3 years ago in Poets
