They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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
when you say my name i forget it is mine and i swallow all the lies you feed me. it tastes so sweet. it takes so little.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Wishing for miracles, living for hope, Knowing the future is full of possibilities and dreams, Working on my action plan,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
The universe can be a tough taskmaster, Bashing the message into every day tragedy, Turning happiness on its rear end, Bruising the heart in its sheer agony.
Heartbreak and broken promises a part of every day life, Connections disintegrating more often than not, Trust shattered in a blink of an eye,
Sticks..& stones may break my bones, your words must love to hurt me.. There’s no love left inside my heart, my clean soul’s now so dirty..
By Desmond Razzano3 years ago in Poets
Coy Eyes. Human. So Vile!
By Shane Charbonnet, P.h.D.: HCDI & UXDE (bka; dba) 'Dr. Shane Jaycee.'3 years ago in Poets
EPIPHANIC MOMENTS. Neolomicro Challenge: Neologism. Subheading: (verb) To experience a series of epic moment. (noun) One whom encounters a series of epiphanies. (adjective) The state of being in a series of epiphanies.
L O V E I have never seen true fireworks until the night I saw your eyes react with the moonlight. I have never heard the magic of music
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Poets
Sad to say I'm still Hung up on first love, not that You'd know you were mine. Haunts me that I'm still Tangled in your touch, I've felt
By Jenna Sedi3 years ago in Poets
Who needs hand warmers? With a touch filled with warmth Walking slowing into the room taking your coat off so slow The fire cracks with passion in the air in this well lit room
By Mason Darnielle3 years ago in Poets
