They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I really don’t know how to feel Anytime he is nice I am good But when he is just there I say to myself it’s over Is he using me ?…but for what exactly?
By Precious Anna3 years ago in Poets
All that glitters is not gold, That's what they say. A glimpse I got of what this truly means, As I cautiously opened up, and perhaps too soon.
By Rebecca O.3 years ago in Poets
The first time my father explained velocity was on a steep road with the town's oldest ice cream shop on our left (too steep to make any sense and not steep enough)
By Ophelia3 years ago in Poets
My mother's dad died in an empty room, alone she was barely old enough to date, but to grieve? how do you come back from that
In shadows cast by love's cruel game, I sing the tale of one in pain, A heart once whole, now torn in two, By love's betrayal, love untrue.
By Ibsa Abdurahman Ali3 years ago in Poets
In night's embrace, elusive sleep does flee, Fear of dreams unattainable, shadows unseen. Specters masked, illusions weave their dance,
By Faryal Bukhari3 years ago in Poets
standing worlds apart on the shore of cresting waves dreams the yearning heart -------------------------- Thank you for reading!
By R.I. Károly3 years ago in Poets
Hiding in the open, Headphones in my ears Interaction avoid Body language is clear Don’t want to accidentally meet The consequence, controls fear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
dear post traumatic stress disorder, you really are my worst supporter so good at making me feel ashamed you tell me i should have been the one who got blamed
By Kiesha’s Diary3 years ago in Poets
I'm on a path to peace a place taken from me My Eyes see the deeper sea I launch my sight to over see Knowing its just me
By Edward Obiarinze3 years ago in Poets
the silence is loud without you. there are no words in my empty head left. my chest is hollow and i don’t know why people do
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
A boy will smile at you A halo practically wreathing his head You will have to tilt your chin up to fully see him And suddenly the sky’s only purpose will be
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
