They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Loving you is like clockwork revolving around each other, incredible cogs in the machine of our earthly mother. And while we're deaf-dancing to the tune of the rose-colored cosmos,
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
The dog lay there, his eyes so dim, His body frail and weak. His master knew it was time for him To let his dear friend sleep.
By Quincy.V4 years ago in Poets
Simple rituals, Her love’s unconditional. A child's innocence Eager for some attention, Unaware its fickleness. - Instruments of pain,
By E4 years ago in Poets
Another night without you is coming, and the moon stays intact. Another one on which the birds will have to hide, One on which I shall not see your smile.
By Christian P. Benotto4 years ago in Poets
You start with a closed bag of chips, Then pull apart from the top bits. Let out all the air, Hey, that's way too much air.
By Steven Christopher McKnight4 years ago in Poets
There is no form for the young wind that sings the song A sound cannot be heard without air In the coming of a khanam, the loot is gone
By Sham gowtham4 years ago in Poets
The art of letting go, a skill we all need When love has ended, and our hearts do bleed It's not easy to forget, to move on and grow
By Robert Frost4 years ago in Poets
Away, it would seem, I ought hie, For my falsehoods and untruths belie, Having fucked all ten lasses Each one in their asses,
By Samuel Andrew Milner4 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the woods, so dark and deep Lies a well, where horrors always creep A place of darkness, where no light can shine
In a tank of crystal clear Where water shimmers, bright and sheer Swim the fish of love so true In shades of red and gold and blue
They say what’s dead to us only we should bury. Gotta kill a bird with two stones instead. The weight of the dirt is too much to carry.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Dear sweet baby, I know why you did it. I understand the pain that weighs so heavily on your mental that it becomes physically unbearable.
By Moni Staxx4 years ago in Poets
