heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Concert of Life and Death
WAITING IN THE SUMMER AIR FOR THE STORY TO BE COMPLETE MY TOWN WILL BE TRULY WHERE THE SOUND IS MADE IN ONE BIG GREET.
Mark A. KonopkaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhen A Horse Leaves Her Stable
I awake to color: yellows and reds of fall cradle my brain for the change to come. Tea kettle whistles, and my belly perks up. Calmness
Perry RickardPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMy door is open
You left me dadless In great sadness All for this madness How could you be so heartless? You poisoned my heart with hatred
Enemy In The Mirror
Enemy in the Mirror The thing about love is it's beautifully flawed You can't turn it off, it will not be ignored Sometimes it's a confusing and bloody mess
Rebecca DalmasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsSelf Destruct
Self Destruct I Talk and talk but nobody hears Scream and shout, tell of my fears Display the scars that can't be seen
Rebecca DalmasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome is a place...
Home is a place, Where love once lived. A place I no longer visit. A house in the country, With tea and scones, Lemonade and chocolate biscuits.
Maree HutchinPublished 3 years ago in PoetsA True and Tragic Story
A True And Tragic Story When you came into my life I was lonely and confused Trying to live life with a heart that's been abused
Rebecca DalmasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsEulogy
Eulogy With heavy hearts we are gathered here today Goodbye is the hardest word of all to say So many people
Rebecca DalmasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsVisit Mum Day
Visit Mum Day Knots in my stomach I hate feeling this way I thicken my skin It's visit mum day I walk down the hall
Rebecca DalmasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsMy Lady is Broken
My Lady Is Broken I don't recall ever feeling this defeated Heart, mind and soul depleted Soaked by the tides of my desperation
Rebecca DalmasoPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWe Will Be Together Again
Your smile Your laugh Feel empty in this space. Your touch Your smile Your warm and welcoming embrace. I’ve missed you
Karen EastlandPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWest Coast
I can't stop hurting myself. worrying about when the clock strikes 12, when the sun will catch our blankets on fire, when the rug will be ripped from under my feet. losing myself and seeing my inner child through your round chestnut brown eyes, feeling like someone is playing a sick joke on me. giving me you. to think that I am being held by you without a cost. not knowing when our time is up, or when you'll decide to go, or when I might get tired of waiting for this eventual fate, and run away as far as your doe eyes can't reach.
Nicole CafarelliPublished 3 years ago in Poets