They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
With your last breath You became more valuable in death than in life A land left in strife A robotic mourning wife Yet, in the haze of your final days
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Play the Sad Song Again Play the sad song again, let it fill the empty air. The notes fall heavy slowly, like rain against the glass.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
They creep in when the world is quiet, slipping through cracks no eye can see. They do not shout. They do not warn. They sit behind my temples,
By Shehzad Anjumabout a year ago in Poets
I met someone who only wanted happiness, and what unfolded was an unequal relationship. The fact that it didn't work out was the best outcome.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
Tell the Bad Man in My Room to Go The walls are cold with silence, the window creaks at night. Tell the bad man in my room to go,
Behind my old home, a garden lay, Wild and untamed, where shadows play. Weeds tangled high, branches intertwined, And leaves grew faster than hands could find.
No doubt they shall say, each one had their reasons; A gamble shall determine who is placed in high regard. History, self-satisfied, will determine cause and error,
By Gabriel Huizengaabout a year ago in Poets
Her soul floats slowly Towards the light On the road of last release. She lingers between day and night, Journeying where pain will cease.
By Mama Magdaleneabout a year ago in Poets
The trip came late Was slow to start Both meek of will And weak of heart With broken bones And tattered spirit The wheels met pavement
By John Dodgeabout a year ago in Poets
Just as the World Tilts Forward The air holds its breath trees lean with a weight they did not carry yesterday a single bird lifts and vanishes into the pale stretch of sky
If I slip off the track You might think that I tripped I might be laid back But I lean forward real quick This world is messy
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
One, Two, Counting Steps... Footprints abandoned Faded,.. Shallow... Impressions left Guiding Figures Silhouettes alight
By Anabeth Conattsabout a year ago in Poets
