They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Oh gasping and screaming we emerge at birth, Terrified, we hang on and ride the world’s girth. Pounding heartbeat and fists to make a dent,
By Shay Morrow4 years ago in Poets
You go back to them again and again. Tell me, do you not have a brain? Are you into getting broken into pieces? The more chances you give the more your self-love decreases.
By Diani Alvarenga4 years ago in Poets
My heart was whole, my soul was bright, But now it's shattered, a broken sight. I gave my love, with all my might, But in return, I received only blight.
By Santosh Belbase4 years ago in Poets
I felt your life inside of me long before you ever had a chance to take form. I closed my eyes and envisioned your whole life before the storm. Every smile and every tear. Each day and all the years.
By Courtney Ochoa4 years ago in Poets
I hate it when you yell at me. Tell me you don’t care. Act as if nothing I say phases you. Then spin it as if I am trying to make you look a certain way. You allow your ex's opinion and ways to control your perception of me. Last I checked they were your ex for a reason!
By Kenya4 years ago in Poets
The unbounded love of a mother It has the most pleasant sound and touch. But, a fight that surrounds them is concealed below the surface.
By Charlmay4 years ago in Poets
Set my soul ablaze with colors of crimson, gold, amethyst. Igniting all around me, the colors of my past, present, and future.
By Lorelai Faye4 years ago in Poets
I’m breaking you open piece by piece. You cry more easily. I am able to feed you my mind and it confuses you, but you are a different tree.
By Jamie Ramsay4 years ago in Poets
The crinkle of buttery popcorn clutched by the hands of audiences transported to scenic, far away lands. If the 3-D glasses
By Maddy Newt4 years ago in Poets
The smell of soft pretzels lingers in my nose, it was always Auntie Anne's I chose. Now the skylights and pillars give me nothing but shivers
How long How long How long How long Can I wet my lips and swallow the poison In my cereal before it kills me? . I dream of days full of rain and sleet and cracks
By Silver Daux4 years ago in Poets
Alcohol's allure, Blurs the mind and clouds judgment, True clarity lost.
By Safeera Sathar4 years ago in Poets
