They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
even without the image you can see it. dean, black booted, bedroom-eyed hair coiffed into its iconic pompadour. he holds a hat turned up to the sky.
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
Trapped Breath staggering Eyes closed Eyes open Eyes darting Thoughts racing Set me free Screaming internally Rising up externally
By Heidi McCloskey3 years ago in Poets
do not love me. chew me up and spit me out like cud twist my heart and drink my tears. leave me in a million pieces.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
FEEL ALIVE & WILD he heard the roar of the wave saw lightning flying through the sky he felt the wind in his hair and exactly in this moment
By Viktorie Berankova3 years ago in Poets
Deep inside there is a light, Burning bright with hope aglow. Though darkness tries to dim the sight, This little light refuses to let go.
By Saturn3 years ago in Poets
I wonder if the dead attend their own funerals. . Do they come back just to see who doesn’t cry and who brings the wrong kind
She is shattered, broken and damaged, This latest battle within her life too big, even for her, She is a hot mess, lost in so many different ways,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
In realms untamed by time's confining hand, I traverse the labyrinth of longing's grip, When love, a flickering flame, burns bright and grand
By Nathaniel Whitney3 years ago in Poets
In the realm where beauty lies, A marvel that never dies, Are the windows to the soul, they say, The enchanting gaze in every way.
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
I’ll sip on the times my forefathers spent. They left concentrated cubes of generational pain to dilute my stronger spirits, and explain my empty cups.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
It's not as easy as, "I'll never speak to you again," But it's as difficult as, "I need to let go." You see, I can't just switch off this heart of mine,
By Rebecca O.3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of a heart's lament, Where love once bloomed, now lifeless, spent, I weave a tale of love's demise, A requiem for love's weary eyes.
By Joshua Abuh3 years ago in Poets
