They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
What do you do when things bother you most? You keep pushing, trying but still you keep struggling, keep saying to yourself "Things have to get better."
By Crystal Korpan7 years ago in Poets
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,
By Maddie Almquist7 years ago in Poets
What is the future But an unknown time and space the future could mean several years from now Or just seconds from this place
By Elizabeth Mustain7 years ago in Poets
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
By Ashley Whitmore7 years ago in Poets
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.
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.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
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.
By Natalie Riley7 years ago in Poets
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
By Kao7 years ago in Poets
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.
By Cara Aruilio7 years ago in Poets
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
By Andrea Lopez7 years ago in Poets
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.
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?
By David Ziherambere7 years ago in Poets