heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In Red
What lies on the road? Shadow, light, a shape... Is that...? The siren wails... Okay, I have been away for a while, but I like this prompt. It is a good way for me to get back to things. I have been working on a few pieces for challenges and my head has been in a very different space this week. I hope you like my Friday the 13th contribution...!
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Everything
My love, my everything! That’s it; you’re my everything, and everything includes love. You’re my everything, my love. What more could I say? I think that I said the most important thing there is. The rest of the time, I’ll keep writing you rhymes and sexy stories, pained, of course, that everything between us would still remain only words and a few images. Waiting is time flying that we never get back. I don’t know if it’s a good bet with love. Things happen. I can die. It can happen out of the blue or slowly, but that’s not the point. I could survive but you’ll still be occupied. So, this relationship will always be platonic, with words and images that mean, it’s a little more. You’re my everything even covers what I’ve just mentioned. So, you can forget it. I just wanted to show you what everything means. EVERYTHING for me you are and mean. But why?
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets







