They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I'm too long in the tooth To be heartbroken over you Too strong in the mind To be crying all the time My heart races after every word I write about you
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
I always wanted to be your hero, but you notice all the things I do wrong. I always wanted to be your hero, but I think you’re seeing I’m not that strong.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
She spun around in a dress of golden thread, as the merchants sold their last loaves of bread. Seen by none, shunned by all, no one saw her as a doll.
By Devin James3 years ago in Poets
I wrote a love song for you Every word, every lyric Cried like tears That fell like rain Falling from storm clouds In an overcast sky
By The Invisible Writer3 years ago in Poets
In Gaza's streets, where children play, Amidst the chaos and disarray. Their laughter mingles with the sound, Of conflict's tears upon the ground.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
i saw her in the park spinning on the big circle that made you dizzy until you didn’t know where you were. she reached out her hand.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Why is it that during the hardest times Is when I forget to pray the most? Instead I seek refuge in my anxieties And misconceptions of reality.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
What if I were dead by you? My words won’t make a difference; there’s no matter what I’d say or do. My corpse is going cold, and it’s rotting in the bed with you.
By Desmond Razzano3 years ago in Poets
In Gaza's heart, where children's tears do fall, A place of dreams, where laughter should enthrall. But in the shadows of conflict's heavy hand,
anxiety kisses me goodnight there's no revival this time •grey is a feeling I feel every day Hope flies far out of the window as
By Sidra Anjum3 years ago in Poets
check the change You were left short The bill came too late When you tried to pay too early. I’m so lonely for a feeling
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
There are times in our life when the cracks and slivers of living are ~almost~ too much to bear. At those times it isn't likely to mean much when people say 'you'll get through this'
By Judey Kalchik 3 years ago in Poets
