They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
It has been a minute since that day. The day I went to visit my parents randomly. I didn't do that normally, The relationship with my parents being, problematic.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
I cannot imagine for a single second life without you, the holes you would leave me with, too dark for light to ever exist again,
By Grace Genet-Allen3 years ago in Poets
Why Beat a Dead Horse? Everything around me is blurry, I can’t seem to focus my eyes; Steaks of color move in lines so quickly, I must be heading for my demise.
By Nicole Poston3 years ago in Poets
Eccentricities of unknown entities Enemies of our mind To help us unwind If only there were something to make us more kind
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Looking to dry the tears in your eyes, but it's nowhere for free Do you know I miss your mind? I'm glad you are talking to me
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow is another day, Another day of torture, Another day to sigh. Why life has been scourging, Devouring all the light,
By Umama Zahir 3 years ago in Poets
In the garden of love, where hearts intertwine, Devid and Lousy's romance is simply divine. Their story unfolds like a graceful serenade,
By Waseem Chem3 years ago in Poets
I have said goodbye to many canine friends. Every period of my childhood and young adulthood has been marked by "Which dogs did we have then?"
By S. C. Almanzar3 years ago in Poets
Paired murmurs wind through silicon veins, Making reverberations of progress in algorithmic territory. Pieces and bytes waltz in symphonious elegance,
By GOWTHAM3 years ago in Poets
It's just a little treat Just a little pill A couple sips here and there Let the smoke fill your lungs Anything to make it all stop
By Mercedes Chavez3 years ago in Poets
When it began It was just an innocent smile But then we laughed And we laughed a lot We talked More and more with each passing day
I haven't brushed my teeth in a week I hope you like to see my gums bleed Wish I could've been whatever you needed Wish I wasn't so conceited
By Helen Alarcon3 years ago in Poets
