heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Quiet Love
It's a quiet sort of love, The one where the stars are black And the sun is dark, The one where the ocean shrinks, The one where music sounds like it did when you were sad,
Maddie AlmquistPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken Soul, Broken Future
What is the future But an unknown time and space the future could mean several years from now Or just seconds from this place
Elizabeth MustainPublished 7 years ago in PoetsVexive Love
A glance, a pass My heart, my pain Unbeknown a dying need I know, impossible, one can only dream A wall so strong no one could break it
Ashley WhitmorePublished 7 years ago in PoetsBreak Down
Wounded and weary, I fall to my knees. Crying, you hear me, But pay me no heed. I bleed from the outside, Shatter and break.
Elizabeth MustainPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLifeless
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't...talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDream Girl
The depth of pain I felt was worse than razors to the wrist... The love I thought to be so true gone like raindrops in the mist.
Natalie RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGirls
Ask me my intentions I know you never heard of it Baby I am different Trust me I am sure of it. You like my style and aesthetic
Perfect Strangers
Perfect strangers That of all we are. Look and stare; you know me and that of me. You know my eyes, how they dance of darkness and light your world.
Cara AruilioPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBridge
nothing makes sense the wind carries the moon in a golden white dance the rocking voices echo your name regret burdens my heart, crucifies it in wonder
Andrea LopezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBack to the Black
In the silence, I triumph. In the dark, I spark. I can't see anything and this I prefer. No judgemental looks to my view will occur.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRelease Me
Won’t you release me, you won, won’t magnanimity rule your heart as calamity dwells in mine? Won’t you allow me to grieve and mourn, a time when you knew me, remembered me?
David ZiheramberePublished 7 years ago in PoetsGhost
Part of me is that I remember January my tears are cold. February came and I have given my love to you. March I could've stayed and you would've been my charm.
ᏴᏞᎪᏟK ᏞᏆQᏌᎾᎡᏆᏚᎻPublished 7 years ago in Poets