They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Gate of Hellfire A gate of flame, stands sharp and wide. Its hinges scream, its doors are red. The smoke escapes, the ground is charred.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Leaving me dry at my door step was the dagger Wet sheets on the night I gave you the keys was the build up Somewhere in the middle I lost your love
By Sender Jeannestal 12 months ago in Poets
As far back into the past as I dare remember I have always found myself trapped inside me — My brain my brain my brain my brain has locked me somewhere between woe
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Within the mirror hides a darker shade That rips my ‘sol’ into the prison’s glass. Is this the man she loved? Or did he fade?
By Scott A. Vancil12 months ago in Poets
carved into my marrow this facade I've created a hawk disguised sparrow when my old self migrated hiding beneath the falseness
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
The Murderous Thought It creeps in dark, it bends the mind. It waits for night, it waits for still. It whispers low, it stirs the blood.
To the Silence That Saved Me I feared you once, Silence. You were the echo of absence, a room too large for one voice, a night too long for one heart.
By Yvey Essen12 months ago in Poets
in memory of the soul she was before, that foolish, hopeful girl who met a boy, became a broken corpse washed up ashore, for he shattered her trust, destroyed her joy.
By Mallory Rose12 months ago in Poets
I know by chance of lands akin to these, That on a darkling plane do co-abide. (A sadness lingering on every breeze, The touch of frost and loss one feels inside.)
By Conor Darrall12 months ago in Poets
Love burns like dawn, yet fades when night draws near, A fragile flame that trembles in the storm; Its glow a promise whispered soft and clear,
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Poets
I used to think myself a troubled soul, Who needed love to help him grow in light. I know now there's a dreadful sunken hole;
I kept a dreaming feeling in my heart, While all the facts encouraged me to grieve. How could they ever dream I would depart,
