They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
My mind is a mess, tangled too much to maintain, Without your touch I have nothing to feel. My heart grows weary from the weight of this pain.
By Dylan 11 months ago in Poets
I’ve been rocking back and forth on this chair for a few hours now Why do you hate me? There you go again bringing that static
By Sender Jeannestal 11 months ago in Poets
Bruised in the Mind’s Corner She wears her smile like borrowed light, a flicker that hides the tremble beneath. The world calls her strong,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Every time I stay in Venice I get tragically lost. I even stay in the same 500-year-old apartment Unafraid to rise at night,
By Ella Bogdanova11 months ago in Poets
Her Mind a Tired River Her memories fade softly, like sunlight through lace, names slip away but faces still linger. She talks to her late husband,
Born in the dead of night, they're gone, Beyond anyone's grasp now. Their family tree - its roots run deep — Beyond anyone's grasp now.
By Sun Bee11 months ago in Poets
The pond looks shallow! I have a bad feeling. Don’t—— Dive, splat—-my poor love.
By Melissa Ingoldsby11 months ago in Poets
standby light, standby bright the last light I see at night a stark reminder, if you will of the impermanence of life human frailty and fragility
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets
She'd been hurt before, long before, and put that pain away She locked it tight, stuffed it down, put it in a box to rot and stay
By M. Jane11 months ago in Poets
My heart aches in silence for a love he'll never return. His chest holds no echo of me, but mine still carries the weight of him, heavy life a storm I cannot outrun.
By Yulea11 months ago in Poets
Light of my phone - reaching, grasping lighting the shadows around me enough to make out features. I am still alive on this earth -
By Heather Scott11 months ago in Poets
I lost people I once thought I couldn't live without. Friends, lovers, companions; people whose presence had shaped my days, whose voices I had woven into the soundtrack of my life. I thought losing them would crush me, leave me hollow and gasping for air. as if the weight of absence would be too heavy to carry.
