They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I am Alone... I am not lonely. I am Alone, I am not lonely. Have no sympathy for me. This path is of my choosing... If you were to wear this skin, you’d see.
By Steven Baldry7 years ago in Poets
Yes, that's her without you. And yes that's her smiling without you. You never knew what her favorite color was Or her favorite book
By Jackie Espinoza7 years ago in Poets
Goodbye. The word used to slip so easily from my bruised lips, and it always made you proud enough to stick around. The lies you told were just daily vitamins meant to seep into my naive thoughts,
By Sharlene Alba7 years ago in Poets
You were here with a smile on your face. Every day you would be waiting with open arms Taking care of us all from old to young.
By Tegan Konradsen7 years ago in Poets
P — P is for the places we visited together. Happy holidays under the sun. A — A as in all the feelings we had for each other. Stronger than we both have ever known.
By Trey Derek7 years ago in Poets
And then he kissed me. One would say that it was a sip of hot cocoa on the coldest day in December. Or maybe the aroma of Grandma’s peach
By lulo .7 years ago in Poets
Oh serrated edges, Of the words that seep Into my ears from filthy lips Releasing them like poison Floating freely through the hazy air.
By Jade Morris7 years ago in Poets
sometimes i wonder… what i was thinking… you are clearly out of reach… and, i am obviously out of touch… with the reality of this situation…
By kristen weigand7 years ago in Poets
Tears fall from this cheek of mine Where words never do quite rhyme People whisper behind my back I just blend into the background all dressed in black
By Heather Watkins7 years ago in Poets
When you looked into my eyes and said "I love you." You caught me of guard, but I was blissful with joy. I gave you no reply though, out of fear I misheard you.
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,
By Noah Renee7 years ago in Poets
Winter, she's the ice queen with a killer smile, frosted knives for nails and a hint of peppermint in your morning coffee,