heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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Fields of Glory
In stadiums of dreams, where passions flare, Where athletes strive with hearts so full of care, A world of sports unfolds, a vibrant scene,
Soft ghost
Almonds with no crunch Haunt my teeth throughout the day That soft ghost I bit
Elisabeth BalmonPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe World Wouldn't Exist
I've been crying too much Pretty soon my eyeballs will turn to dust I'll bleed if I hold my tongue I have to tell you You are the embodiment of love
Frankie MartinelliPublished 7 months ago in Poets222
Alone and abandoned, She couldn’t be any more heartbroken Cold and mysterious, He couldn’t be any more rebellious Two different worlds,
Katarina LokatmalaPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSelf Destruction
Golden possibilities washed under the bridge, Lost moments never to be regained, Drastic decisions thrown to the wind, Desperation in the tone when explained.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 months ago in PoetsNot numb
gets under skin, numbed The surgeon’s claim to fame, “whoops!” I feel everything
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 7 months ago in PoetsJust write to her
Write her a letter Don't make it good, make it Better It must have the alphabet, from A-Z Expand Your vocabulary, don't be lazy
Thavien YliasterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsGone
Mouthy young adult Know-it-all miss Argumentative and volatile Accusatory and distrusting Unreliable young miss Lying twenty-four-year-old
Mother CombsPublished 7 months ago in PoetsSaturday Night
it has arrived, another saturday night please tonight, for the sake of your children do not fight growing up surrounded by slamming doors
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 7 months ago in PoetsHolding On
I have a headache. It's a big old stress headache. I'm backed up and in a tangled mess of emotions, dark thoughts, and exasperation. I am a mother. And I am a grandmother. And to be fair, I just want to escape.
Shirley BelkPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBack to you
Though people use and throw Nature gives everything for you Wish my blood was green or my heart was a fresh dew My life is nature
Wax
Wax I was a lump and I was moved and shaped And I am made to perfection, they say I am slender and I am tall And I’m wicked away
Sara FursePublished 7 months ago in Poets