heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The touch of her Presence
The touch of her presence lingers on,Though she's gone and I am alone.Her absence echoes through the night,A haunting refrain of lost delight.I wander through the empty halls,Where once her laughter filled the walls.But now there's silence, cold and stark,A void that grows within my heart.I close my eyes and see her face,The curve of her smile, the warmth of her embrace.But when I reach out, she's not there,And all that's left is empty air.The memories we shared, they haunt me still,A bittersweet reminder of what we once fulfilled.But now those moments are just echoes in time,A distant memory of a love once so divine.The pain of loss is like a knife,That cuts through my heart and steals my life.I try to move on, but I am bound,To a love that's lost and can't be found.So I'll keep her memory close to me,And cherish the moments we once did see.But as the years go by and the world moves on,I'll be left here, alone and forlorn.The touch of her presence, it still remains,A gentle reminder of all our pains.But even in the darkness of my despair,I know that her love will always be there.
By Vivid Masonganyika4 years ago in Poets
Grief's Long Shadow
In the quiet of the night,When darkness falls like a shroud,I feel the weight of grief descend,And hear its mournful sound.It creeps into my heart and soul,And casts a shadow long and deep,A constant reminder of what's lost,And what I cannot keep.Memories flood my mind,Of days that once were bright,Of laughter, love, and joy abound,Now dimmed by sorrow's blight.The tears they flow like rivers wide,As I long for what's no more,And in the silence of my grief,I feel my heart implore.Why must life be so fleeting,Why must love be so brief,Why must death steal away those we love,Leaving us with only grief.The pain it never fades away,No matter how much time has passed,It lingers on, a constant ache,A wound that cannot be masked.And so I live with grief's long shadow,A companion to my soul,A reminder of what's been lost,And what I cannot control.But though the darkness seems unending,And the sadness too hard to bear,I hold on to the hope that one day,The sun will shine again, bright and fair.And in that moment, though the grief remains,I'll find a way to carry on,For life is meant to be lived and loved,Even when grief's long shadow's drawn.
By Vivid Masonganyika4 years ago in Poets
To My Sisters With Sons
To My Sisters with Sons, My heart breaks as I am sure yours does as well. Our hearts pound nervously each time he leaves the house, as he says, "I'll be back." Our mother bear instincts rise within us as we watch our cub walk out of sight or back out of the driveway.
By Cynthia Fields4 years ago in Poets
Oh My Dear
Dear Deity, (Or whoever you are) Was it always supposed to be like this? Was this the grand design that I was destined to be a part of? If so, man, I might need a refund. I guess I should have read the fine print before signing my life away, come what may.
By AnaRosa Cruz4 years ago in Poets
