They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Broken dreams, shattered hopes, My heart aches, it cannot cope. The pain of love, too much to bear, Leaves me broken, beyond repair.
By ik dogen4 years ago in Poets
Dear B, I want to start with thank you, for creating such upheaval and such growth. For giving me every part of you and for taking it away.
By Adri Soto4 years ago in Poets
Dear Darling, I do not know if you will ever read this. It may well be that the next time we speak, you will tell me you never wish to see me again.
By Ian Jones4 years ago in Poets
Dear painful friend, I suppose it’s an option to read you without reeling watch your face flicker pixels without wanting to scream
By Sarahmarie Specht-Bird4 years ago in Poets
Dear Timeless Friend, Through an ocean of ink, my quill begins to write, A tale of eons past, a story veiled in twilight.
By Adam Fils4 years ago in Poets
Dear Ronnie, Never have I known such sadness as I know now. Your absence from my life has changed me somehow. I'm not quite sure anyone completely understands the depth of my despair. I've experienced loss before, but the loss of you, my favorite person, my forever friend, my loving boyfriend, is a whole other level, one cannot compare.
By JenniferB4 years ago in Poets
My Dear Friend, *** I remember with whelming gratitude the kindness you tendered nursing me back to health those few years past
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Poets
Dear Little one, I don't even know where to begin. I know you can't remember anything, but that's probably for the best.
By Lauren Dee4 years ago in Poets
How do you still have the ability to slay me without saying a thing? If words carry weight how much more does silence bring?
By Kelly Mendoza4 years ago in Poets
Dear Me, There are some things I think you should know. You will wonder who is me…? The reflection of pain will be. In every pair of eyes, you come to know.
By Carmen Black4 years ago in Poets
My insides spill out Like my belly was cut in two You might think my injuries not serious But you don't see the wounds they reopened
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Poets
Dear Jean Rhys, You gave a voice to someone sad and alone, You explained the reason for her perceived caprice, For she was meant to be the ‘mad old crone’.
By Julia Sinton4 years ago in Poets
