They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
To that little corner of Seville The only corner with that windy chill Passionately drunk just past midnight Our melody lit by the moonlight
By Some Guy4 years ago in Poets
Orion's Belt When strolling on the beach one night, reflecting on my path, I pondered this existence, and why you had to pass.
By Friendly Fox 4 years ago in Poets
smoke-stack girl floating just beyond reach - when i said i like chocolate delicacies i meant mouthfuls of milo and strawberries on spoons
By Stevi-Lee Alver4 years ago in Poets
We were two ships that passed each other by, On the vast and endless sea, Our destinies diverging, In a momentary harmony.
By Ema 4 years ago in Poets
Lost in Time A time traveler I was, Adventuring through the ages, My machine brought me far and wide, To pages in history's pages.
In the back of my mind, you die, A haunting thought that won't subside. It creeps in like a foggy mist, A cruel reminder that you'll be missed.
By V4 years ago in Poets
The shattered pieces of my heart lie scattered on the floor The pain inside so raw and real, I can't take it anymore I thought our love was solid, unbreakable and strong
Were there words in the spaces? Smoke signals sent from a Player’s Light. Drifting, Swirling, Before dissipating. And inhaled whole
By Kristen Haveman4 years ago in Poets
What is this supposed 'pristine cognition?' A poised and lean, emission- free mentality? Projections mar reality, you say?
By Jacob Sherman4 years ago in Poets
She waited patiently for your return, Not knowing there was little chance, You’d made up your mind, did what was best for you,
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Poets
If you had the choice of forgetting all of your memories. Would you do it if you had more bad memories? However, even pleasant memories may worsen your feelings.
By My Old Piles4 years ago in Poets
My Darling, I was told to write a letter today, to the MOST IMPORTANT person, they say. Thing is, i'm not sure how to start. For so many years i've held this ache/guilt and pain for you, in my heart.
By Ginger Stuckey4 years ago in Poets
