They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Beneath the moon's gentle, silver sheen, Lies a tale of a goat's eye, once so keen. In the stillness of night, it softly weeps,
By SIMPLYPOET3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I want to fold in my hand Call it a night and send home the band Take the loss, give up and check out Bow down and give the devil his clout
By Heather Donald3 years ago in Poets
The cuts are so deep the bones of my ancestors are bleeding It feels as though for one hundred years I’ll be weeping I’m surprised when I look and there’s no knife in my chest
It’s all pretend, Living out a play, An escape from a life without you, No time to stop or delay. - Filling the hole you left behind,
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Poets
The children play, splashing in puddles. "Kawaii," I say, speaking in Japanese. Baby fever grips my paternal desires. I studied, worked, and save money.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Cuffing season has come at last. Yet, my bed is still lonesome. The cold air's a stark reminder. "Lacking love means to lack warmth."
Prometheus, he kneeled before me And carefully stole from the gods All that my soul desired, all * Devious, he approached his hand to me
By Matt B.3 years ago in Poets
She spends too much time looking at her flaws She never realizes She’s perfectly imperfect Every part of her is worth it
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
S t o r i e s buried, decaying in cranial folds—festering rotted memories chiseling away at cavernous voids. Coils of pain
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
The other day was a special kind of day. The day is a sad yet happy day for family. It is a day of sadness as well as a day of rejoicing.
By Mark Graham3 years ago in Poets
Don't be separated I will live comfortably. On the edge of your heart..! I love you Not just to live with you… Live only for you..!
By Ahamed Thousif3 years ago in Poets
Your heart was so ugly, I could never quite see your face. I fell from heaven and ascended into a memory that I've tried to erase.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry3 years ago in Poets
