They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I can sit here forever, allowing my thoughts to drown in the flowing water. As my thoughts flow, I think about yesterday,
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
I know I'm wired but you still shocking me like an electricity, Had my heart on a higher frequency; Seeing you up closer you're tempting to touch,
By Quilledpen3 years ago in Poets
It’s been a while Since the feelings of Frustration Have surfaced To the point that They boil your insides And all you feel is
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
I am the redDid you understand thatThe Adam-red wind carries the deer’s stumble into a soaring flight The red you spat out shifts and crumbles into the frantic, frozen air
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
If I Could see you again… If I could see you again I Would tell you it was not easy To accept what happened. Your fears,your doubts,
By JONATAN DAVID VEGA3 years ago in Poets
I was an egg blistered to dust on the pavement Waiting for you to pick up the spatula Pick me up Show me I'm not just your refuse
By Symbollica The'Bat3 years ago in Poets
This poem is for you. ❀ You wore kindness in the corner of your smile almost constantly and I was unfamiliarly in awe of you for it. You had emotion sewed to each of your sleeves, handing out validation with every interaction, posting ‘thank you’s in envelopes and leaving comfort at people’s doors.
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
Why do I not feel anything? Not hope, not failure, not pain Just a hollow emptiness And the possibility I may be insane Why do I not feel anything?
By Xanthe Mattheys3 years ago in Poets
I remember sitting on Grampa's lap as a kid Him giving me some of his shandy And I remember playing cards with him late at night
A breathtakingly beautiful rose, you are quite the sight to behold…. My seemingly fairytale just waiting to unfold… The part of my life that’s yet to be told…
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
I placed the wind chimes with a lantern, on the hook, by his grave being alone in the darkness always made him afraid On his tombstone, a postcard, we had saved from that day
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I watched you slowly disappear It's exactly what I feared In the looking glass, I asked why? I watched and waited to see if you would appear.
By Annetta Brown3 years ago in Poets
