They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Dear Memory, ~~~ I trusted you. Confided. Entrusted precious pictures, Timeless tales And momentous memos. ~~~ My treasures fall,
By Dana Crandell4 years ago in Poets
Dear, Little Girl It's been a while since we spoke Have you found yourself, have you found me? I don't know what I am doing
By Morgan Starkey4 years ago in Poets
To My Dearest Priscilla, This may be just the meanderings of a mad man. Please bear with me as I pour out my soul. I will keep it short and sweet. Without you I am nothing. I am at a loss. What do I say when there are no words to console my aching heart.
By Jim Moon4 years ago in Poets
Betrayal is a painful experience, but it can be especially difficult when it comes from someone you never expected. The person you trusted with your deepest secrets and vulnerabilities, the one you thought had your back no matter what, can suddenly turn on you and leave you feeling hurt and confused.
By Sumbul4 years ago in Poets
There's something about the early hours of the morning that can make us feel more vulnerable and introspective. When the world is asleep and the only sounds are the quiet hum of the night, it can feel like the perfect time to confront our deepest fears and insecurities.
The first heartbreak is a rite of passage that most people experience at some point in their lives. For me, it was a moment that changed everything. It was a small moment, but it felt like the end of the world. The pain was real, and it left a mark on my heart that still lingers to this day.
Losing a loved one is never easy, and for me, the loss of my father was a defining moment in my life. It was a small moment, but it had a big impact, changing me in ways I never thought possible.
I clearly remember the moment I felt out of love. That they fell no different from any other except that there was chill uneasiness.
In this world of endless beauty, Of sunsets and starry skies, There's one soul that's truly caught me, The reason for my heart's sunrise.
By Ema 4 years ago in Poets
the children of convicts are angels born with orphaned wings. not even on her deathbed did ned kelly hear his sea-nymph mother sing.
By Stevi-Lee Alver4 years ago in Poets
O, thank this endless, rotten sea The devil red moon That burns into my heart like the midnight sun, I can’t seem to sleep, my endless love,
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
She is a mystery, a enigma untold, A wonder to behold, a story yet unfold, With eyes like the stars and a smile so bright,
By Eshna Eman 4 years ago in Poets
