They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
With you, I feel this way everyday A feeling that that no one ever gave me. Everyday, with you, I can't feel any agony. Do you feel the same way too?
By Erica Labaya3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the twilight's hallowed veil, Where words do falter, efforts fail, Lies The Unspeakable, a realm untold, Where emotions soar, yet words withhold.
By Akomu Addeh3 years ago in Poets
Waiting you was never a problem Waiting you was never a problem Every night, Everyday, Every minute and Every second Was nothing but a long wait for me
By Sujata Thapa3 years ago in Poets
A fleeting beauty, born to roam, A butterfly's life, so swiftly flown. A fragile existence, like petals, it fades, In nature's embrace, a melancholy serenade.
By Rhodel Ramos3 years ago in Poets
Lazy days in late June Warm air and salt on our skin Not a care, just us, and days with no end Toss fear away, we’re all in
By Maahi Trivedi3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of shadows, where darkness thrives, A tale of love unfolds, where agony survives. For love, a wicked beast, with venomous embrace,
By Life Goes On3 years ago in Poets
I am the sandcastle, forever changed you are the tide, drifting away you don't realize your impact you don't care once your gone
By Hailey Simpson3 years ago in Poets
your soul met mine like fire all wild and new and free with hope in our eyes, we lit the sky and let joy take the lead ~
The two of us are physically separated by space and time And even though I hate to admit it, you’re still on my mind The deep wounds you caused will never be forgotten or forgiven
By Stephanie Randall3 years ago in Poets
In cold embrace, the heavens weep, Raindrops glisten, secrets they keep, A symphony of nature's art, In wintry whispers to impart.
By Barnabas Payam3 years ago in Poets
face sags like the bent down lips of a mask in a play, an ugly pain so much more than only two arms can lift more than one soul can hold
By Lorelle R.3 years ago in Poets
Do not run away from those moments. Those moments you feel that ethereal current at the tips of your fingers. The current that calls on you to click clack away at the keys of a typewriter.
By Daniela Alejandra3 years ago in Poets
