heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Death
I greet you every morning not seen, nor am I heard. I watch you sleep without even a word. I’m with you from birth, though the canal as you enter the world. I don’t discriminate who I visit, boy or girl. I watch you in laughter and in fright. I wait patiently throughout the night. I don’t bother to speak, because my words are not clear. Don’t bother looking for me, just know I’m near. As you grow from a child throughout your life span, I’m always watching, holding your hand. I come in phases throughout your life, I know your Aunt, Uncle, Husband and Wife. I’m unavoidable, with a familiar face. Just as quick as I arrive, I leave without a trace. I’m always remembered, not as a gift, but a constant reminder, of what if. Take time to enjoy the little things in life, my touch is swift and cuts like a knife. In my duties, I don’t have a choice. I visit your daily, yet I don’t have a voice. Some say I’m seen, others would disagree. Matters not, the job is the same to me. I’ve seen many moons and many sunsets, yet I follow you daily and we’ve never met.
By Pamela Mcfarland4 years ago in Poets
