heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
When love needs a doc
The pain of love is a real b'tch Call the doc, my body just died, kind of itch The pain of lost love is bad, and so sad Many of us say
Novel AllenPublished 10 months ago in PoetsI carry your heart with me
I convey your heart with me(i convey it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere I go you go,my dear;and whatever is finished
bishnu prasadPublished 10 months ago in PoetsDark Places
No man has ever been so bold to dare lift a fist or hand to me Nor is it ok to lift hand or fist to any in the name of love
Novel AllenPublished 10 months ago in PoetsThe voiceless voice
It's the witching hour, 2, 3, 4 or so Clomp! Clomp! Clomp I hear him approaching I then feel the thud of my heartbeat Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!
Salamatu BidaPublished 10 months ago in PoetsLove is a four letter word
Love spell will last Cure pain from past Hand over hand, heat does rise With lies, thus soon dies With this, pain much more vast
Love is a Battlefield
How to feel Once you go. Pull back the rev, Else burn on the fire, Lit with no view of risk. I felt then at ease.
Lilly CooperPublished 10 months ago in Poets"Raindrop Reflections: The Lonely Window's Tale"
In a world where loneliness thrives, Two souls entwined, their lives collide. A concerned stranger, adrift and alone, And an elderly heart, with stories to be shown.
"Raindrop Reflections: The Lonely Window's Tale"
In a small, weathered house, tucked away, An elderly figure sits, alone, they stay. Through the misty window, raindrops fall,
The Sharpness of Your Claws
Did you think you could wash away the memories with hair dye and cover the wounds with a simple change of clothes? I was never so foolish. I press the farewells to my skin like flowers in a closed book, saving them for later even whilst knowing they will look different with time. (Even knowing they were never pretty to begin with.)
Whispers of Eternal Love
In the depths of sorrow's embrace, I stand, A son now orphaned, adrift in this land. For my father, dear, has departed this earth,
Nadula disanayakaPublished 10 months ago in PoetsOn the Train
While holding hands, they board a train She leans against his shoulder They run away from wind and rain The night is getting colder
Katya DuftPublished 10 months ago in PoetsToxic
I hope he doesn't find my weakness I hope he doesn't know I love him just as much as he loves me, Or worse even more than he loves me. Imagine having to drop his call because I'm mad at him and he doesn't call back because he knows I'll come right back to him anyway. Or giving him silent treatment and he ask just twice what's wrong and decides to let me be with my drama. That would be bad, wouldn't it? As much as I love him? I would love him to always be on his toes making an effort to love me. That effort is what counts.
Edara OtukPublished 10 months ago in Poets