They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In the depths of slumber, I found myself Lost in a world so strange and surreal With colors that danced and lights that gleamed
By Mutahir Ahsan4 years ago in Poets
To the one that I can never let go... We always ended up where we started, strangers to friends to best friends to lovers and now back to strangers...
By Anand Samson4 years ago in Poets
Dear Dad, I hope this letter finds you well, I miss you more than words can tell. This field is full of new friends it's true,
By Lucas Dean4 years ago in Poets
Bill I never told you before you slipped away into the darkness that mystery that is death you cannot know how Christmas should have been
By Maureen Kellar-Kirby4 years ago in Poets
My dear brother, you have left us too soon Leaving behind memories that will forever loom Your laughter, your smile, your loving embrace
By Milly Ames4 years ago in Poets
Leaving the water, leaving the self, The fish swims on, in search of wealth. But what is wealth, to a lonely heart, That longs for love, but finds no part?
By Rigoberto Guerrero4 years ago in Poets
poem this poem is musical metaphor. what i mean is it's about Philip Glass and Metamorphosis. this poem has colours instead of eyes. what i mean is
By Stevi-Lee Alver4 years ago in Poets
In the depths of my heart, I feel it so true, A love that endures, only for you. With every beat, my heart cries out, For the love that we share, without a doubt.
By ik dogen4 years ago in Poets
The weight of grief, it pulls me down A burden heavy, I cannot lift I try to stand, but stumble 'round My heart aches with each painful shift
I thought we had forever, But forever wasn't ours to keep. Our love was like a feather, So light, so fragile, so deep. We laughed, we danced, we smiled,
When love leaves, it takes a piece of me Leaves me hollow, incomplete, and empty I try to hold on to the memories But they slip away, like sand in the breeze
In the shadows of the night, I hear whispers, cold and slight, A presence lingers, unseen, unknown, In the darkness, I am alone.
By Santosh Belbase4 years ago in Poets
