They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Sharp sting of winter, Betrayal leaving his lips, Rivulets descend.
By Jayni Cole8 months ago in Poets
So the shell of me watches, while the soul of me rages, and the shell of you mourns, while your soul moves on, because you never really loved me,
Here we go again, folks. My next attempt at True Crime poetry. “ All I heard was, “I Did It” In the interrogation room, hush, my coffee goes cold.
By MJonCrime8 months ago in Poets
I only know how to be what I am. And what I am is a loving, caring, broken man Jaded by war and deaths cold embrace, I feel I no longer belong among the human race.
By Edward Val8 months ago in Poets
Grandad loved me Grandad loved me in a way that stayed, when the house felt cold and words fell wrong. He saw me whole, not in pieces,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
You miss them. So do I. Our people are different but the story's the same. What was once love is now withered away, A dead rose sits in the back of your closet because you're secretly hoping it will bloom again,
By Dylan 8 months ago in Poets
You know, I’m afraid of leaving you… You’ll make me sick, that’s what you’ll do! You’ll make me crave you all over again,
By Nicole Attenhofer8 months ago in Poets
The last box was lighter than I expected. Mostly air, and that dry-paper smell of things that used to matter every day. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Poets
Killing A Moment Killing a moment happens quietly, no sound, no warning sign. A glance missed, a word unsaid, a crossing of invisible lines.
His heart said yes But his mind said no Her heart said no and her mind also Thrown together By fate alone A love that never
By Calvin London8 months ago in Poets
I re-apply the plasters, for them to fall off in the shower and reveal mistakes and callouses I try hard not to aggravate.
By Reece Beckett8 months ago in Poets
You carried a soul beneath your heart, A little life too soon to start. - Though earth could not become their home, Their spirit never drifts alone.
By Latisha Jean8 months ago in Poets
