They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A Psalm of Life, first Inform me not in somber numbers, Nothing more than a fantasy, life! Because of sleep, the soul is dead.
By Wayne 3 years ago in Poets
I don't need a red rose or blue violets To tell you about my BAE I remembered all my promises. even the broken ones. I have broken promises before, but the others were not you.
By Plan Execute Profit3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the wilderness, where ancient pines stand tall, A lone wolf roams, a sentinel beneath the starry sprawl, The wind, a sage and storyteller, whispers secrets through the trees,
By Kailee phillips3 years ago in Poets
looking for affirmation all around it lifts me up off the ground looking for affirmation from authority above or space below, love
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
what if disney was based on a non magical reality? and princesses stories did not end so happily what if jasmine never met aladdin, she was stuck with jafar?
By Kiesha’s Diary3 years ago in Poets
Breakfast is done. They sit face to face. He sets his fork down. She clears her throat to ask him what his plans are for the day.
By Erin Leonard3 years ago in Poets
Was it love or Stockholm Syndrome You always kept me home I never realized it ‘til now How bad you were for me I thought I loved you
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I miss you I miss us I miss your kisses I miss your touch I miss the Tuesday morning cuddle and the Sunday afternoon fuss
By Charlotte Eden 3 years ago in Poets
A fire in human form I don't know where you get your strength from Take me out of the cold, and keep my hands warm It's okay to be brave
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
Nights have matured from repairs of wear-and-tear To respite that supersedes Mere maintenance In each sleep's pause and paws of limited days left
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
I shouldn't have clicked on that stupid button. "See your memories" They were memories from as far as 11 years ago today.
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
In gardens where the shadows creep, A tale of woe, a secret keep, The blood-red petals of a rose, A beauty cursed, a heart's dark throes.
By Bianca Lane3 years ago in Poets
