They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
What a blessing it is to be the one that many can come to, What a curse it is to have no one to run to, What a blessing it is to hold space for the hearts walking this earth,
By Serenity Nyx3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of dreams, where aspirations reside, There lies a world where possibilities abide. Where hopes take flight on wings of imagination,
By M. Shaihan Ahmed3 years ago in Poets
Trying to escape from Ornery deceits. Recalling past events, The twisted punches of a lover Undone. Releasing old memories
By Ruth Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Testing your tolerance for pain and discomfort our punisher will work their dark magic on you racks and racks of implements of all shapes and sizes
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Out of each and every hundred individuals the individuals who generally know better: 52. Uncertain of each and every step:
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
was another time. i was another place. i was dull. i didn't understand. i was sacrificed. i was broken. i was bloodied.
By Anna Lundy Cook3 years ago in Poets
i hear your feet padding on the hardwood floors i see the secret tears you shed in the library alone, wandering the shelves of books, all yours-
I'm afraid . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
You wrapped your nimble hands around My heart from the very first moment You gave me your sarcastic reply, Telling me off when others told me what
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
It doesn’t matter if I had stopped earlier I’d still feel the same as I do now so as to know now what I did not properly execute then
By Jeffrey P Bailey3 years ago in Poets
Drifting through storms everyday on our love boat, And I, Trying to navigate out of harms way And you, blowing us back over and over,
By Andinoh3 years ago in Poets
Sieged None saw when it came Only knew that it was there Now fear chokes them As they wait in their homes For the bells to ring
By Laurel Dreyers3 years ago in Poets
