They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Dear Addiction, I've never known addiction, until I learned another persons mind. I thought I could stop cold turkey, as with all of those other times. Then his body felt mine, and addiction quickly became my personal fame.
By Caroline4 years ago in Poets
I have come back to be with you Diving and swimming through the dark Star lit celestial rivers of time My soul always looking for your soul
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior4 years ago in Poets
Dear Before: This letter is long overdue, I wish I could tell you there are no bad times in store. But the things you'll see, the changes in you...
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Poets
To J.K. Rowling, I admired you, I adored you, From childhood I aspired To be you. Now? I couldn’t be madder With you,
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 years ago in Poets
Dear Aurora Celest, When I peek through the window, you're asleep in the debris. The flames have subsided, but they will come again.
By Nick Forbes4 years ago in Poets
Dear Mr. Mailman, Every day I watch from my window, praying you will stop Praying a letter or card in my mailbox you will drop
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Poets
To forget is not just an act of the mind It's an art, a craft, a skill refined To let go of what we cannot find And move on, leaving memories behind
By Jacob Glory4 years ago in Poets
In her ear, “she’s mine,” Our sacrament in a cab, Time passes, we fade.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
I am writing this letter to you. For I fear what the world will change into. Already it is filled with too much greed and hate.
By Cathy Deslippe4 years ago in Poets
To Whom Intended, Do not dwell on me. You will only waste your strength. For I have evolved to a state that cannot be contained.
By Algernon Locke4 years ago in Poets
My love, It is probably surprising to hear me call you that But that is who you are to me My first And only love My Algernon
By Meg Flinders4 years ago in Poets
The heart aches It longs For something That is not there The heart awakes At any sign of a Kindred spirit A heart persuades
By Zae Johnson4 years ago in Poets
