They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I have a heart that's just broken glass. I try to glue it back together, but the glue never holds. My heart is cold to the touch,
By Brenda Deherrera3 years ago in Poets
before the darkness drops its drapes I pour out all your inner charm on my dining room table it is made of your soft, seemingly unmanly voice
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Poets
Echoes upon wind Unbridled childish laughter Distant memories
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Poets
you fanned the flames from one senseless spark everyone saw how these things were made in the worst possible shape there was not an iota of truth in it
Hope internal is Hope denied Hope unsaid is Hope aside *** Hope-you-get is Hope as yet Hope-you-don't is Hope beset
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Shadows dance cross blank canvas walls The freedom of the space a paradise contradiction To the cluttered floor bound to chaos
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Poets
Love, love, love Such a meaningful word A word depth with intense feelings. Before meeting you I felt love could lit any dull mood
By Safira Rodrigues3 years ago in Poets
Verse 1. Something in My head made a very poor calculation The day you appeared,I stopped being scared, as You were my Protection
By Andrew Little3 years ago in Poets
I look up at the white walls towering above, Like a warm blanket, I'm covered in the safety of my home, The grand gallery doors lay ajar with a cool breeze drifting out,
By Soul5763 years ago in Poets
falling in love must feel good But majority of the people who have been there Would not agree with that saying it’s better to have loved and lost
By Aubrey james3 years ago in Poets
Tell me you love me. Tell me you care. Tell me you’re proud of who I’ve become despite the scars you’ve once shamed. Tell me you never hated me.
By Dex Molina 3 years ago in Poets
white paint on ceiling reaches down three plates on table look up to frown dark furniture stands tall to a child, what could be the draw?
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
