They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In realms beyond the ordinary sight, Where mystic energies converge in the night, There exists a power, a mystical dance,
By Andrew4 years ago in Poets
I was entranced by her beauty. The way the sunlight hit her face, highlighting every contour, every curve, every flaw. I was drawn to her, an artist to a portrait that he could never paint, never dare to take.
By John Eva4 years ago in Poets
Can you not smell that? She asked - Without a reply, she let out a sigh It's the smell of yet another lie Designed with the intent to cover
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Poets
In life's journey, we all age, With each passing day, we turn a new page. Our bodies may weaken, our hair may turn grey, But with time, we gain wisdom that stays.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh4 years ago in Poets
It’s not fair that I project my insecurities onto you That I’m still healing from this For a chance at an us I should be whole for you as I desire from you
By Moni Staxx4 years ago in Poets
For Millie It’s not simple to say Most days, I don’t recognize me That this sadness fixation holds me in place makes me forsaken
By A Lady with a Pen4 years ago in Poets
Heartbreak. It changes you, Regardless of if you are the one being heartbroken, Or the breaker. The change allows you to peer into a place unknown,
By Leah Wright4 years ago in Poets
A mother's love, a bond so pure, Unmatched by anything, that's for sure, A love that grows with every passing day, Guiding us through life, come what may.
By Fahim4 years ago in Poets
I don't know how to cope at all. My eyes are like a waterfall, all they know to do is bawl. I wish you could call before nightfall.
By Rene Peters4 years ago in Poets
When love leaves a mark, It's like a wound that won't heal, A pain that lingers in the heart, A hurt that's all too real.
By Muhammad Mohib4 years ago in Poets
I died today, but I'm still breathing. Inconveniently my heart continues to beat. My eyes they opened, but unwillingly so.
By Alaine Hay4 years ago in Poets
The theater, oh how it sings, A stage full of amazing things. A place where dreams come to life, A world that erases all strife.
By Scorpion4 years ago in Poets
