They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I haven't been in a very creative mood this week I'm not entirely sure why This week has been way less stressful I should of been writing a like machine
By Mattie :)3 years ago in Poets
a generation who grew up on Disney fairytales is now a generation of relationships that inevitably fail we are the girls who fell in love with the boys on the screen
By Kiesha’s Diary3 years ago in Poets
Dear messed up little brain Why do you like to make it rain? What have I done to you? To deserve this? Was it worth this?
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Life's Un-flushable turds Toxic people in your life, The ones who constantly cause strife. Those who hoax, swindle, trick, and use you;
By Megan Bald3 years ago in Poets
Beneath the moon's glow, Silent tears fall like raindrops, Lost love haunts my heart. In shadows we met, Whispered secrets in the night,
By Ink Mystic3 years ago in Poets
In the digital age, love blooms and fades, In cyberspace, emotions cascade. But when love crumbles, and hearts must part,
By Delight Dandy3 years ago in Poets
Cry Crying Tears All of this I have done when I was broken Crying is for the weak they say No! Crying is strength Crying is weakness too
By Sunny Zhang3 years ago in Poets
The grudges inside of me, is hovering all over me. I wanna let it free, but it comes back to me. Opening up my feelings,
By Maybe, I'm evil.3 years ago in Poets
We were two lost love birds singing in the forest to each other longing for the echos back and wondering if we'll ever touch the sky together.
By MD3 years ago in Poets
freezing, fawning or running away those were the lessons of my childhood days the formative years when I needed praise as a child of sweetness,
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Poets
“I have a fine Galician wine and a beautiful stray cat with one ear, dozing on my ever so charming rustic patio, Ralph. Would you care for a sip of cool chardonnay, to caress the lisp on your poorly parched lips?” breathed Matthew."
By Liam Ireland3 years ago in Poets
The door is ajar, the curtains are drawn, the letterbox flaps in the breeze. The floor is strewn with letters unopened there’s no sign of a kiss nor keys.
