heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Journal entry:
“are all of you like that too?” i ask the aliens as they look around for clues i put on the show “what would you do”?
Jay,when I writePublished 7 months ago in PoetsDark Sets In
Heart burning deep With an ember fire Scars run deeper Enveloping my very sense of self. I feel lost without you Because you were meant to be in my life forever
Tressa RosePublished 7 months ago in PoetsPrayers & Grapes
It's us little people The well worn hearts The sleeves dripping with feelings That reach the farthest when times are toughest
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished 7 months ago in PoetsThe Marathon of Life
Life Life is priceless Life is a game Life is race You’ll win on your own All of those are partially true
Calie Judy BrooksPublished 7 months ago in PoetsShips
if an alien was visiting, i’d welcome them with love a smile, curiosity, a wave, and a hug i would steer them far away from all alcohol and drugs
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 7 months ago in PoetsSlow Death
I have chased a demon, Called relations, in women, I could not keep for long, Fueled by medications, Nicotine, music, drugs, and sex,
Tambourine ManPublished 7 months ago in PoetsWhere The Tears End
In sorrow and rain, How do you tell, where tears end, And the rain begins.
Luke FosterPublished 7 months ago in PoetsBelieve Me, Something is Wrong
No, this is not a phase This is an enrage This is an anger; Self-hatred stewing in a boiling vat A confusion of the senses
Amanda StarksPublished 7 months ago in PoetsUntitled
So please understand This isn’t just goodbye This is I hope you burn Like Hamilton’s letters A vain buried reference
Matthew FrommPublished 7 months ago in Poets“Refuse To Give Or Take”
We met in cold winter, I had old car Skoda Fabia, we went to theater to watch show about aristocratic affairs. She told me I don’t like to be disturbed while watching a show, so I tried my best to not bother her.
Things I Needed To Say To You [Dedicated to the late Mr. Foxy Maurice]
Verse 1. Laughter, man could you fill a room with laughter Dad Your presence alone, very much like my own,could bring about a Room filled with laughter
Andrew LittlePublished 7 months ago in PoetsLovers
I’m not an intelligent lover. My romance isn’t practical, it’s not pragmatic. I love like stars, balanced by their own mass and their thermonuclear fusion. I’m desire restrained by – what- reason? The things you have to say out loud to make it make sense to another person? When I love we are all the heart of a dying supermassive star, everything around us becomes fuel for our gravity. You are drawn to us. The event horizon of us changes you forever. We’re the ever studied black hole. The ever compelling supernova. Enigmatic and Charismatic.
Tarik MurrellPublished 7 months ago in Poets