heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Well Old Son: Part Five
V Daisy-chained clouds gather in wine-stained morning skies. A placenta of rain sweeps over him. He's a milky tear in a red tissue. He's a tissued petal scattering in an emphysemic wind. He's a silent orchestra: rusted strings, perforated brass, disfigured percussion, withered woodwind. He's a blue echo haunting voiceless thought.
By Stevi-Lee Alver4 years ago in Poets
The Love That Lingers
In the halls of our college days, A love I thought would never fade, A feeling I will always cherish, The memories of you never perish. It hit me hard, that first love, A feeling I couldn't get enough of, A smile that lit up my whole world, A heart that was forever unfurled. We shared moments divine, Stolen kisses and secret signs, Whispers in the library stacks, Holding hands on moonlit tracks. But as the years went by, Our paths began to divide, New cities, new schools, new friends, Our love began to meet its end. Yet, the memories still remain, Of that love that caused such pain, The one that hit me hardest of all, The one that I'll forever recall. So here I sit, alone in thought, Remembering the love we once wrought, And though it's long since passed away, The memories of you forever stay.
By Tamseela Farooq4 years ago in Poets
