They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
you know me as sin do you know my role? I make you look little when taller still you can grow what a shame is speech if you call humans
By Ekta K. Kalra 3 years ago in Poets
I hate mirrors They reflect What I don't Want to see Looking back at me The man I was before Inside the man I am now
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
On her shoulder, a gold and purple pin, unimpressive in its size. A wreath of laurel holds within a small gold star, unnoticed by most eyes
By Vivian R McInerny3 years ago in Poets
Take what you want, use me up, give me nothing back - I'll allow it. Fight me for nothing, as chaos descends depleting my sanity - I'll allow it.
By Jollyoddbod Poetry3 years ago in Poets
I had plans Now I have nothing But time on my hands Sitting here Staring at these three walls Wishing I could break through the fourth
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I hate you so much that it hurts to breathe. - Sometimes I want to pick, pull, or rip you apart, just to get your outsides to match your insides;
By Amanda Starks3 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of despair, I tread, A heart heavy with burdens, thoughts unshed. Each step I take, a weight upon my soul,
By Vaibhav Kachhwaha3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the haunting silence of a desolate land, Where echoes of life once flourished, now stand. A barren expanse, a canvas of sorrow,
The dreams I had for you, if only you knew. I'd do anything to make them come true. For you to grow in safety and security, not caught in between,
By Kelly3 years ago in Poets
I hate the heartache I get around you. When I'm near you, it's like nothing else is real. There is one part that makes it hard to deal with...
By Rene Peters3 years ago in Poets
A wrong thing has a couple of bewildering passerby's coming upon instantaneous destiny again after reenacting another familiarizing moment.
By Valerie Lyles3 years ago in Poets
In the end, she fed me little white lies like she had a tablespoon full of broken glass making airplane noises all the way to my ears.
By MD3 years ago in Poets
