They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
We must chase (& embrace) the roses blushing red with blood, or shame. Far better Herzeleid (union by another name) forever pierc'd by the thorn
By Halston Williams3 years ago in Poets
I feel ashamed, though I am a person. I feel unheard, though I am your daughter. I feel like a rag doll, though I am not a doll.
By Mi World3 years ago in Poets
The words stuck To my tongue, Halting all attempts To catch breath Or offer support, Instead finding it easier To flow from fingertips
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
Did you die So I could become a poet? Did your heart stop So I’d have stories to tell? *** Don’t laugh It’s not funny
By Martyna Dearing3 years ago in Poets
Lust is temporary Love is eternal Lust is not a lasting fulfillment Desire comes with love Love, you will not get tired of
By Mariann Carroll3 years ago in Poets
In a world so cold, where love's taken its toll, I yearn to hold you, our story yet to be told. Daisies strung, in your beauty, they gleam,
By Rudolph Lingens3 years ago in Poets
Engine number nine-two-seven. “All aboard,” cries the headman. Polished bright, it stalks the night. Through village towns and urban homes
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
rejection, I don’t want you anymore rejection, get out of my mind you chill me beyond repair why do I play this game? a game where I want to pinpoint
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
eating breakfast just reminiscing what could've been where we could've been where we could've went they say times heals all wounds
By I Am Sav Renee3 years ago in Poets
The day comes- we STOP and stay still. Stomachs empty, bodies unbathed, souls aching; our feelings are the main priority.
By Talia Devora3 years ago in Poets
The Devils presence, looming under dark skies, In fake friendships, he sows his Wicked Lies. Disguised as friends, he spreads his snare,
By Christopher Stiner3 years ago in Poets
My dearest protecting friend, I do sleep with you hugging and smooching. You don't hate or love me but you listen to my heart. You gives soft touch to my chin.
By johnson lourdraj3 years ago in Poets
