They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I am still learning to be wrong; To admit to myself that it is not strong To never need correction; and to always already know,
By Gabriel Huizenga3 years ago in Poets
Like autumn leaves, our love descends, a scattered flight, Whispers of promises, swept away by the cold night. Each sonnet verse, a jagged shard, reflects the pain,
By a broken heart3 years ago in Poets
Chipped porcelain song, Cracked melody of laughter, Lost notes in the dust. Raindrops on window, Mirrored tears blur distant hills,
The sea in your eyes, once calm and azure-bright, Now churns with storm, reflecting sorrow's might. My touch, a shipwreck on your heart's rough shore,
i was steady until you swept me off my feet and i sprouted wings. we rode on the galaxies laid on the moon as the world
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
I don't fit in anywhere. I’m too skinny to be considered fat but I'm too thick to be considered skinny. What the fuck does that even mean? Answer: I have no idea.
By Jen Phillips3 years ago in Poets
Though shadows whisper fear and doubt, we rise, with roots that dig and sprout. For survival, it craves a vibrant bloom. A heart that dares to chase the moon.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Poets
Ink-stained fingers dance across the page. A world untold, a burning cage. She writes of girls who break the mold. From fairy tales to bold stories.
It was a normal Friday It was late in the night around 8pm I was talking to a couple of friends via phone call to just do some checking in
By Nathan3 years ago in Poets
Mongolian Metal He keeps it too hot in there, So hot the backs of my knees sweat. My forehead glistens as we throw darts.
By Amanda Reifert3 years ago in Poets
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright, It paints the heavens with pure delight.
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
