heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Strong
Who are you, To approve or disapprove of me, To make me feel less than, Less than human, Who gave you such authority to decide my character,
Noah ReneePublished 7 years ago in PoetsForces of Nature
Winter, she's the ice queen with a killer smile, frosted knives for nails and a hint of peppermint in your morning coffee,
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in Poets5 Years On...
Days, nights, weeks, and months I have spent crying over you. Obsessing over you dearly, hoping you feel the same. Whenever my phone vibrates, I look at the screen with anticipation, hoping that the message, that Snapchat, is from you.
Louise PemblePublished 7 years ago in PoetsLoving Me
It takes darkness to see the stars. When I get lost and can't see through the pain All I want to do is scream your name I feel so numb
Natascha DenneePublished 7 years ago in PoetsFor Lynda
His mouth is like a fist. Beating into me His harsh words. Leaving his mark on My heart and mind. I am like the prisoner,
Angela BullardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou Were My Happiness
I keep pretending every day, I keep promising myself it's the last sad day, I keep interacting as if nothing is happening around me,
Aqsa IrfanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsQuestions for the Smoother Stone
Why you wore armor made of polished stones? I’ll never ask. Why it resembled chains is another notion I’ll never bother you for.
Sydney PomreningPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhen the Cold Universe Is the Only Warm Solace You Can Find
The only solaceI found in losing youwashow beautifullythe stars sparkledas I screamed your nameand the night swallowed it. Now all I feel is thatif to be broken is a form of artthen I must be amodern masterpiecewith a shattered heartglued togetheronly by my ownsweat and tears;they drip down my facelike comets that streak across theuniverse
Liz ShannonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHeart Speak
my old love is bittersweet. brazen promises traded for lamp-glow warmth just bright enough to make out the stains on his shirt.
Diet Coke Diet
What is the price getting a reprieve from re-living? Getting it right. And so..it happened, again. I saw it coming and it made me laugh, even as the shadow passed over my face.
David PowerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGoodbye, Goodbye
Mouth closed, palms wet My heart was pounding out of my chest “You’re so hot” I heard you say But not to me, not any day
Bailey CorreiaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFive Senses
Can you feel that? It's the melancholy pressure of the wind ripping apart your lungs, like the ruthlessness of my nails digging a grave within your skin,
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in Poets