They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I think it hurts, You don't think of me. I always decide to sit in torture, I plague myself with daydreams. It's the shard you left, dripping pearls of red.
By Ebonyabout a year ago in Poets
My name is Santos. I escaped my country to try to find my father in America. He had to leave to try and make money for my family,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
I used to think that people find each other for a reason, good bad or just a passerby. Now, I've lost the sense of belonging in the people I've grown to know,
By Angel Adagioabout a year ago in Poets
Let go of me….. Let go of me and let us finally live separately. It’s time I look to the future ahead, this must come to an end, the past has gone. Because of you my heart has been silently broken again and again.
By Merissa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
I wake up and wonder what the day will bring, if my clothes will fit the way I want, or hopelessly cling. I look at the time: For a few more minutes, I'm free
By Maddy Newtabout a year ago in Poets
I kissed the rain goodbye in June. Wet tarmac held the blue light, the night, and you: . in a quarrel with clouds over the moon,
By Morganaabout a year ago in Poets
Congratulations Camouflage 👥👥👥👥👥 You’re the words They hide amongst 👥👥👥👥👥👥 Evil’s hunted While strolling lonely
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
My burdens weigh heavy and cold, Like the frozen peaks above. Impassible – unyielding – and cruel. The climb was meant to prepare me,
By Cypher Robinsonabout a year ago in Poets
Maybe our love has run dry; Maybe it was never true. You convinced me to let him die. Pain and shame left to stew. He was wading alone.
By Mollie Narutovicsabout a year ago in Poets
I’ll carry it. The pain that doesn’t pass. The bruises left by family’s injustice— not fists, but words, silences, choices.
By Alexander Cookabout a year ago in Poets
Now I don’t feel scared anymore I don’t feel scared now... Not if someone walks away, Not if something breaks between, Not if someone comes back close,
By Usamaabout a year ago in Poets
Young girl in the street, Begging for something to eat, Crying in pain as her stomach grips her, Wondering if you have food to
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
