They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
i'd trade all of my tomorrows for another yesterday with you never has this sentiment been more sorrier and true never
By Bren11 months ago in Poets
Cathedral of Cracks My heart was never marble, never spotless, never sure; It’s brick and plaster, rent-controlled, resistant, and half impure.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
By Cadma11 months ago in Poets
He’s the one. He’s been there all along— watching, waiting, whispering through the folds of time, through the static hum of heartbreak and silence.
By THE HONED CRONE11 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Unsent I’ve written you in weathered ink and drafts I never name, in subject lines that start with truth, then backspace into blame.
Hands Full of Weather I wake with thunderstorms in wrists, with drizzle in my knees, a barometer behind my eyes that never quite agrees.
Dear Moon, You promised. And you lied right to my face. You told me if I waited I would soon find his embrace. I sat beneath your soft night beams
By Raine Neal11 months ago in Poets
The Eyes I Never Owned They told me I would see, the world reborn through glass, A gift pulled from another, stitched into my flesh.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
She saw love as a savior From loneliness and fear She saw love as a home, A home of those who never rest No one told her that it’s a trap
By Iulia Popa11 months ago in Poets
What I wouldn't give To call you one more time To be crying like this While asking for a sign My heart is unsteady My nervous system shot
By The Girl in Grey11 months ago in Poets
there's a line a few in fact that i forget the relevance so resolute in my affliction i take a moment turn it into a lifetime
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
To my dearest Luna, Keeper of my secrets, whispered through a midnight confession. The dreary night sky is illuminated with your presence, the tide is compelled to obey your command, the magnitude of stars that surround you are envious, still, in solemn you do understand.
By Dylan 11 months ago in Poets
