They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I was nothing more than a ignorant little boy, Always looking for what could be my new favorite toy. It was a hot summer day behind my grandmothers house,
By Toby Heward3 years ago in Poets
Her heart is in crisis. It's repressed and finite. She'll tell you she's sorry, but you'll refuse just for spite. Looking ahead, she only sees smoke, no way through,
By Merrie Sanders3 years ago in Poets
Once upon a midnight clear The April moon ablaze with light A father's song of sorrow and woe Piercing the veil of that long, dark night
By Aaron Waddell - The Everyday Mystic3 years ago in Poets
You must know I'm the creative type The give and take of the love we made Will always appear in the words I write I blame you for being so sublime
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
the love you feel is a measure of you not him your character your courage your heart its infinite capacity you are divine
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Poets
if you tell me where we're going then i'll tell you where i went after the marathon. you won't like it. i did. you sent me like an orphan to the countryside in wartime, you wouldn't look me in the eye so i did, in the mirror: teeth bared, never flossing.
By Suze Kay3 years ago in Poets
In the garden of emotions, a delicate bloom, Unreciprocated affection, a silent gloom. A heart's tender offering, met with empty air,
By Melania J.L.3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I think honesty is overrated, Sometimes I wish we had never ever dated, The truth can be hard to admit, But honestly, I'm almost relieved we didn't make it.
By Mariana3 years ago in Poets
And no one tells you what it feels like to fall out of love. Bubble baths gurgling down the drain, Cicadas screaming their final notes,
By Soul3 years ago in Poets
A vengeful grin, Beaming on a face so calm. Calculating the lies, Declaring the truth will be their downfall. Everyone’s a masked player right now and
By Julia Alfred3 years ago in Poets
It was a chilly evening on a Thursday so clear, And I was dining at hope where none should fear. My stomach growled for sustenance to be served,
In the silence of the final sigh, Life's melody bids its last goodbye. A journey ends, a story told, In whispered echoes, memories unfold.
By Theodor Levi3 years ago in Poets
