They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In a world so wide, where time does unfold, Lies a realm of innocence, a treasure untold. Childhood's enchantment, pure and serene,
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
WHAT ARE THEY? They are nature we don't nurture They are the love we don't share They are hate we don't justify They are Queens we don't crown,
By Lazywriter413 years ago in Poets
Introduction: In the realm of love, we often find ourselves captivated by the illusion of forever. This is the story of my own journey—a tale of discovery, growth, and the realization that forever is a concept we must redefine. Join me as I navigate the twists and turns of love, uncovering the beauty hidden within the ephemeral moments and learning to embrace the true essence of forever.
By Barirah 3 years ago in Poets
This poem I offer, a tribute to desire, To the flames that burn, igniting the fire. May it kindle the embers of your deepest lust, And bring you fulfillment, love, and trust.
By kulandaivel3 years ago in Poets
yesterday i wore a dress. not sweatpants or ripped jean shorts. yesterday i drank my black coffee out of a tall wine glass
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
Digging into the fresh Investigative nature of human nature Sexual fevers: I ran a high fever watching These two have such a
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Left alone. A small boy, a latchkey kid with big dreams in a small place. Walking dirt roads looking for Avalon. * Searching for souls, kindred
By Joe Luca3 years ago in Poets
Before you I was open, unassuming, I let everyone in. Until you breached my defences; pumped petrol into my heart; And then so flippantly, flicked a match into my aorta - with such precision.
By Rebekah Crawley3 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where sorrow dwells, I wander through my private hells, A tapestry of loss and grief, Where tears are shed, with no relief.
Drowning fear scares our inner peace as humanity shatters thoughts, screaming inside our troubled souls, a depressive haze of
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Love. What is it? Is it heart rending… agonizing? At times…. But not always Love… Is it painful, traumatic, and debilitating?
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Hey Look. Listen. I’m sorry. I woke on the off side of bed this morning. It’s fine, I’m in perfect melancholy. - Life can be like a volley
By L.Clabrough3 years ago in Poets
