They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Let the bells ring so loud Join the wishful and lovely crowd Let that joy look through your heart You will have a perfect start
By Wayne 3 years ago in Poets
I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through.
By SINGHGEEK3 years ago in Poets
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Whatever would I do without you by my side? It's a question I ask myself whenever I think to swallow my pride. But to risk the bond we have, I couldn't bring myself!
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
Emotional eating the heart’s silent strings, Seeking solace in food and the comfort it brings, It creeps in moments of stress, turmoil, and despair,
By Michelle Decaire3 years ago in Poets
There was once a man who dated the sea He courted her often upon his steed Once he had her betrayed She had him flayed And that's the birth of the Nuckelavee
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Poets
Love is different for each person For me it's a stabbing pain That only seems to worsen Pain within me People and their jealousy
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
burnt my tongue on acid spittle felt the torque slam me a little Scratched lung inhaled brittle Rich man bung Legal acquittal
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Before the crash Need the cash Before the fall Stack it tall Before the tache Have a bash Before the call Against the wall
Maybe the rain is the way God use to give comfort to the broken hearted like me Maybe people who wears glasses aren’t actually that smart like myself
By Faith Akinyelu3 years ago in Poets
Longing for some help Longing for a distraction A distraction from waiting for a wind That has come once And blown away the only stranded leaves
We were just kids, but I knew right away Like divine intervention, one fateful day I hugged you and you didn’t know what to say
By B.Me 3 years ago in Poets
