heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I Want To Be Lame With You
I want to be lame with you I want to hold your hand As we walk through the morning dew I want to just sit and do all the nothing
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsEternal Dance of Dreams
In moonlit realms where stars embrace the night, A tapestry of dreams takes wistful flight. In whispered sighs, the world begins to sway,
Whispers of Yesteryears
In dusty volumes, secrets lie concealed, A treasure trove of tales from times revealed. With ink and quill, the words of olden days,
A Different Kind of Drunk
When I drink The intruders they come out For months and years they mount Bubbling to the surface Sometimes they make me think I’m great
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 months ago in PoetsBroken Promises
What do you do When the trust you give Gets broken out of the blue? Not by a lover Not by a friend No but it's someone close
Tressa RosePublished 8 months ago in PoetsCan You Call This War
My friends seem to wonder when I'll quit smoking, my lover the same. They worry over my longevity as if I wish to stick around longer than necessary.
My Downfall💖
She's gonna be the death of me. It's like her heart just stands there on the edge of my downfall beckoning me with just a finger
Standing In The Rain
Even though you went away And you left me all alone I’m not crying Just because we had our day And now I’m standing on my own
Adam EvansonPublished 8 months ago in PoetsNobody’s Perfect (except you seen through my eyes)
Enjoy the ride, because that’s what life is, A masterpiece of moments, pure and true, With every shade of beauty, you're unapparelled,
Disloyal
to stay loyal to him, i signed a contract he goes missing for days with no contact now i have committed several crimes by cheating on him multiple times
Kiesha’s DiaryPublished 8 months ago in Poetshaiku september two
i started a book i started with the cover i'm a bit backwards . . . [9/3/23] . . .
kory salajkaPublished 8 months ago in PoetsCrown
Yanked from the precipice of natural sanity A voice stricken with gusto, there is no safety Souls being split with agony
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 8 months ago in Poets