They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I planted roses where you drowned, Their roots grew deep to kiss your hair. The petals bloomed black underground, Their perfume thick with drowned despair.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
The library stood choked with dust, Where moonlight bled through broken panes. I traced the shelves with hands of rust, And found your name in scarlet stains.
As I go, I taste the breeze, break it, and close it. What has become of it? My heart is tired, and I have come and gone.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
It‘s Tomorrow Now It’s tomorrow and you left me yesterday, A shadow lingering where light once played, The echoes of your footsteps fade away,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Aries rising Mean girl Not surprising Daddy issues Loves those pretty blonde views She’ll turn you quick into a memory
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
To send my son to Taksala, The left side of the pants is torn, The sole of the black shoes is worn out, The fire in my stomach is rising,
1 . The Liar They say it started with a joke, Just a whisper passed like smoke. He twisted truth to make it bite, A harmless story turned into spite.
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
Poem 1 Eyes watching me in the Dark I saw them blink, a pair of lights, No torch, no lamp, just quiet nights. A shadow still, it didn’t move,
He saw it in her eyes. The heartbreak. The past. The artist knew he’d ink whatever she asked. He didn't expect her to let him make a choice.
By Steph Marieabout a year ago in Poets
It was never your decision to decide what was or wasn’t best for me. But you did it anyway— wrapped your absence in the language of sacrifice
By Stephanie Jarrellabout a year ago in Poets
end days in these quarantine times, staring at floorboards uneven. while mother lies dying, intractably morose, i count the times i've been here before–
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
With eyes so wide and spirit bright, A little girl, a pure delight. Her love unfolds in simple ways, Through sunny smiles and happy days.
By M.A.Rahmanabout a year ago in Poets
