They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
~ Aria Marie de Lor Vampilyo ~ Sometimes there are names Other words to describe a piece of your soul Dissociative tendencies arise
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️12 months ago in Poets
I’ll be here Love knows where to find me Not searching for love Not forcing it When the time is right Love will find me
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
The Mask We Wear I have worn this face for years. It smiles though the heart is torn. It carries the weight of silence. It hides where the grief is worn.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
when I saw thy tears glisten like a dove after I roar’d, my words with anger flung why oh why did I hurt thee whom I love?
By John Cox12 months ago in Poets
In the aftermath of my demise, the creatures of the deep dance as she rips out my heart. Her fingers caress my skin. I see myself in the water's touch.
By Lizzy Rose12 months ago in Poets
In my arms I long to hold you And feel your glowing curves. Tell me what it is I must do To sate this consuming urge. In the heavens you walk each night,
By Mark Stigers 12 months ago in Poets
Humpty dumpty sat on the wall Humpty dumpty had a great fall All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty together again
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
I have wandered the long paths asking, and asking Through cities teeming with ten thousand voices Across prairies where wildlife share secrets to the wind
By Tim Carmichael12 months ago in Poets
History Dutifully scribed by the victors Hence my overflowing Portfolio of secrets ꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷ The burning drive to record
By K.B. Silver 12 months ago in Poets
I say, “I love the moon,” Its beaming light cutting through the void, Like the quiet emptiness between us. You nod, and I inch closer to my treat of acknowledgement
By Maddie Dugas12 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Survived The small girl who waited by doors, by windows, by absent calls, is alive inside me still. She is not broken.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Legacy You Chose Your father’s death was not your fault. But how you carried it— that was. You could have let grief
