They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The river sings its endless tune, A song that fills the morning air, It flows and swirls beneath the moon, And whispers secrets everywhere.
By thamee 164 years ago in Poets
It's funny how life turns out to be one big cliche Analogies ring true more often than not Like ripping off the bandaid And how I was too scared of the pain to let you go
By Daynah Rose4 years ago in Poets
thank god it’s over but one tear burns down my cheek ‘cuz my torn heart healed
By Annie couch4 years ago in Poets
The lady with the curious mind Wanders lost, searching for a sign Of the brilliance she left behind ≈≈≈ Her memories, like threads, unravel
By Rick Henry Christopher 4 years ago in Poets
“Before you I was begging, pleading to be loved”, I thought I was better off alone, Work. Work. Work. Till the day I died alone. I know.. I know.
By Jake Trammell4 years ago in Poets
You look like him like someone etched from the threads of my memories just enough real smooth like stone yet I feel nothing.
By Sarah Lenn4 years ago in Poets
Dead of night 1:08 AM Heavy eyes Home at last The football team lost Wait, what’s that? Around her neck Your hands are wrapped tight
By J.C. Russe4 years ago in Poets
I wonder, Have the ghosts of my past ever haunted a happy room Maybe followed a tune down memory lane and for a moment enjoyed the view
Batteries, small and unassuming, Yet powerful beyond our reckoning, They fuel our world and light our way, And keep us going day by day.
By Paulraj Manickam Ashari4 years ago in Poets
Feels like yesterday I gave you life, now you walk me out. Time, you thief!
By Kristen Balyeat4 years ago in Poets
A Bucket of Blood... Full of bright electric red, time cuts it again. —Sam Vela
By Sam Vela4 years ago in Poets
Worried I'll use it Up to me, or so I'm told. Or will it use me?
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro4 years ago in Poets
