heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Burn My Heart
Taken in the direction of down. Have I any choice if my heart is bound? So we’re on our way to hell. You didn’t think I’d take it so well.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlood Brothers
If we hadn't of gone out, this wouldn't have happened. The bastard who dropped the needle, I'd beat the crap out of them.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBrothers Bonds
Not all my brothers are biological. Only after many years spent together did we come to know each other as brothers rather than just close friends. Over the course of that time each of us hurt the others with careless insults and mean-spirited actions. Almost always when we tried to have fun we were only downing ourselves in alcohol and drugs trying desperately to rid ourselves of the unpleasantness of our exceedingly needful lives. From suffering together, the bonds of our brotherhood were forged. There were never any others for which I ever have felt such an affinity. No amount of time or space will ever separate us. At the start, there were four of us. Each of our mothers knew us as their sons and they were proud. Now only two remain. We carry on in honor and for reverence of our counter parts. There was a time when that family lived chiefly on the sustenance of love for one another and all other things were secondary. Those days are gone. Only my brothers and I remain loyal to each other unwavering even in death. The state of being alive is momentary. Love is eternities food. My brothers know who they are. I cherish them so that I refuse to give up their names. There is nothing I have or will ever gain from this God forsaken place we called home more valuable than them.
Bloody Bones
Here lies the history of war. A devastation behind every door. Battle scenes from yesterday. Know exactly when to play. The battlefield is covered in bloody bones.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHomeward Flight (Spain)
As he passes, the man with three children and the tired wife rolls his eyes at me. Briefly, we connect. His look says simply:
Michael McIntoshPublished 7 years ago in PoetsUnfaithful
UNFAITHFUL AND FULL OF LIES, MANY TIMES TELLING THEM LOOKING DEAD IN MY EYES, ALL I EVER WANTED FROM YOU WAS YOUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE,
V.
It’s so hard to think right now, All I can do is use all my energy to stop myself from crying. Because the last time I saw him,
Michelle JacquesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsScarred
When going back to the hospital to register for my surgery the other day, I was hurt, hurt very deep. I had a severe anxiety attack. It happened as we
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlacken Me Out From The Light
I see life through newborn eyes. I can sense if something lives or dies. It feels like such a burden. I don't want this overwhelming sensation to worsen.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsCrafting the Breakdown
I wanna make you something that comes from the heart, must be why everything I make is in pieces n falling apart, you will always be the one to light up my life,
Bray MaelzerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Remember
I don't cry over you anymore. Yet you're always there in the back of my mind. Along with my thought of homework and the weekend, there is you. I remember making out in the field. I remember hiding in an abandoned house from the rain. I remember you, I remember how you used to make me feel. How I never wanted to leave you.
Muriel WeathersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAnd They Say Romance Is Dead
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals