They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
We went our separate ways Overstaying painful days Together tangentially, bipolar proximates Entombed, penitentiarily, unipolar opposites
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
blood, guilt, mesmerising pain, blood, guilt, machinations of pain, stain, insane, draining rein, hurt, curt, drowning rain...of memories,
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
The distance doesn't feel right Is this distance really a goodbye? Holding out Holding up Staring at my phone Hoping your name will pop up
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
In the velvet cloak of night, the moon ascends, A silver sentinel, where the darkness bends. Its radiant face, a gentle, glowing guide,
By Fathima Faheema3 years ago in Poets
Aye, th' dark, ah luv th' dark (yes, the dark, I love the dark) Wae we go, wae to go, wae hey (Away we go, way to go, way hey)
Everyone seems to be made of sugar and spice. Except me. I am made of salt. You put me in everything, But you’re careful to just use a dash.
By Dana Hartnett3 years ago in Poets
Shade 1 - Flashbacks feel endless Shade 2 - Failure to focus Shade 3 - Sadness Shade 4 - Shame Shade 5 - Thoughts of hopelessness
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
In the rhythm of life, the same routine day I began, A fifteen minutes' drive, turned to a three-hour detour unplanned. Thoughts swirling through my head, a heavy heart that I bear,
By V3 years ago in Poets
Arkose glowing red and the past long gone Broken iron clay and bones sunk in creeks Cries and hurting moans reaching from the void
By Nosti3 years ago in Poets
Abstract Visions of endless possibility Beauty found in the darkest of places Condescending tones of silk and sandpaper Drowning me with your proud, stained tongue.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
After I die, Burning buildings will Crash and crumble. Daughters and sons Entering elementary For freedom, fun, and Games, won’t
By Alexis Dean Jr.3 years ago in Poets
