heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Living In Between
Hiding in the open, Headphones in my ears Interaction avoid Body language is clear Don’t want to accidentally meet The consequence, controls fear
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in PoetsDear PTSD,
dear post traumatic stress disorder, you really are my worst supporter so good at making me feel ashamed you tell me i should have been the one who got blamed
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 8 months ago in PoetsJourney to Peace
I'm on a path to peace a place taken from me My Eyes see the deeper sea I launch my sight to over see Knowing its just me
Edward ObiarinzePublished 8 months ago in Poetstouch me
the silence is loud without you. there are no words in my empty head left. my chest is hollow and i don’t know
A Movie in Half Speed
A boy will smile at you A halo practically wreathing his head You will have to tilt your chin up to fully see him And suddenly the sky’s only purpose will be
The Blood Red Car
Broom broom, chuga chuga, blood red car We'll kill you here while we're in the car Broom broom, chuga chuga, blood red car
Paul StewartPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Agony of Renewal
He pours his heart out to that one special woman, The one in which he’s carried a flame for decades in his heart, Coveted rewards phasing into his future happiness,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 8 months ago in PoetsBanished From Heaven
Angels banished from heaven Will never find it again But maybe they can find something To confuse it with Someplace not as perfect
Vicious AvaricePublished 8 months ago in PoetsHeartbreak Outcry
Like heavy downpours the tears that I've cried knowing the love that we shared has died How can I love again when you have my heart tied
Nathaniel IroegbuPublished 8 months ago in PoetsThe Ones That Got Away
Where do you go when the lights all go out And safety is found in the shadows How can you trust, with words spoken in doubt
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 8 months ago in Poetshaiku august five and september starts
i’ve brought a cold home maybe i got it from dad a little keepsake . . . [8/27/23] . . .
kory salajkaPublished 8 months ago in Poets- Top Story - September 2023
You Terrify Me
You terrify me Because from the moment we met I knew We had met before In a waking dream A dream I sought to ignore Something long ago
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in Poets