They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
If this was Salem, 1692 I know you'd condemn me to the pyre. With your own self righteous hand you would light the kindling at my feet,
By Ellie Beauchamp3 years ago in Poets
Moment of truth: There are some things I wish I didn’t know. I wish I didn’t know what pain felt like. I wish I didn’t know, feelings changed.
By EYHCS3 years ago in Poets
I knew I would meet you someday. The quiet yearning felt deep inside. I knew I would meet you someday. A magnetic pulling I couldn’t escape from.
By T.R. MAGNO 3 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the village of Elmsworth, where the trees whispered secrets and the hills rolled like waves frozen in time, lived a young boy named Oliver. His presence was like a soothing breeze on a warm summer's day, spreading a contagious laughter that echoed through the cobblestone streets.
By john3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the golden rays of summer's embrace, Two hearts converged in a tranquil space, A love as fleeting as the season's bloom,
By Nicholas Clark3 years ago in Poets
Time is a killer It always is This is it Her hands firmly grip my wrists I can feel her She loved me like nobody else ever did
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
In shadows of the heart, a quiet hurt, An affection once splendid, presently lost afterward. He wears a cover, a grin, however tears might stream,
By Andrew McKenzie3 years ago in Poets
I knew what you were when I met you, a liar, a cheat, a scoundrel, a thief, who stole my heart. The most valuable thing I own, it’s been taken and I let you,
By Jess Boyes3 years ago in Poets
I'm really hard to love some days. That isn't very easy for me to say. My poor heart is hard to manage. My pain turned into damaged bits of sadness.
By Chloe Unfiltered3 years ago in Poets
In the ruins of love, I found my strength, A journey through heartbreak, no matter the length. Torn apart by fate's relentless tide,
By Raja Tallal3 years ago in Poets
Abandon me. Throw me away and stop caring. Endless cycle of halfhearted feelings deepens the barren wasteland inside my chest.
By A. Nguyen3 years ago in Poets
As the sun peaked over the horizon, bathed in the deep blue sea, A smile glimmered upon its restful face as it spied him for the first time,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
