They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
It’s hard to think Let alone sleep, caught in my dreams Someone to hold As nights grow cold In deep, dark, sleep The love I gave, been unreturned
By Thavien Yliaster4 years ago in Poets
The broken bond of love cannot always be restored. The broken bond of love, removes a richness, makes us poor. The broken bond of love, isn't always ours to blame.
There was a moment in time - where I remember - the shaking in your mother's body I saw, your feet, the blood your legs and when you
By Michael D. Lancaster4 years ago in Poets
A broken heart, so jagged and torn, A shape that, once broken, can never be reformed. The pieces, once joined, can never be the same,
By kiran kumar4 years ago in Poets
Warm breath of lingering whiskey Not sure when you swept in. You woke me up as you fell asleep. Your midnights are always spent
By Nicole Westerhouse4 years ago in Poets
It's odd to say something as Common as this Rarely exist, Uncommon to me like a birthday gift Never really celebrated those, just another yearly reminder
By Ty Davis4 years ago in Poets
Like distant planets of a star, We have our differences from afar Our distant paths still share a spark Uniting our hearts in the dark.
By Hamza Shafiq4 years ago in Poets
What is it with the months of Winter? Cold to freeze hearts, liable to splinter- Yet it's the time we are huddled together
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Poets
Stress, oh stress, a weight upon my chest, A never-ending battle, a constant test. It creeps and crawls, takes hold of my soul,
By Shamry Mohammed4 years ago in Poets
A heart once shattered, Like glass on the floor, With pieces so scattered, It couldn't take anymore. But love, like a gardener,
By Wes4 years ago in Poets
What has helped me heal, From a pain that cut so deep, Was the love of those around me, And the wisdom I did keep. It was the sound of laughter,
Anxiety, a shadow that haunts me day and night, A constant worry that I cannot quite fight. A storm of thoughts that leaves me in a daze,
By Linda Marry4 years ago in Poets
