They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
How can I tell you, how can it be, I wish to live where your soul runs free. Till morning breaks and stars are through, I long to breathe the night of you.
By Ali Waqarabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows and doorways Secrets and lies Love, lust and foreplay Followed with goodbye Sweet, stolen moments Simply traded away
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the smile, the silence grows, A garden where no sunlight shows. A whispered name, a shattered plate, The hour hand ticks, a breath too late.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Poets
The Weed Killer and the Rose It came with hush and poison breath. No trumpet for the quiet death. It spilled its bile across the rows,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Have you been held in silent captivity eyes pried open, forced to stare directly into the blazing eyes of your deepest fears made real?
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
I Spoke My Story to the World Bound and tied up, I spoke my story to the world, Free of a wicked cult, in shadows I once curled.
Not tethered, not claimed— just a woman who knows how to fold a life into the lining of a carry-on. Silk sets and tailored breath,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
I hold a hope to start anew we walk and talk each day the same My direction I lost in crispy dew we no longer play the same old game
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
You Disgust Me You come with charm, all polished grace, A mask too tight for your smirking face. Your words, like oil, slip past the truth,
I took him Just to Show I Could I saw the ring, the vow, the quiet pride, And smiled like sin with nothing left to hide. He wasn’t lost, not yet, just soft and bored,
Jackpot Dreams left me with nothing It started with the shimmer, the shimmer and the shine, The velvet buzz of neon, the roulette wheel divine.
"The Raven’s Kiss" Beneath the pale moon's, weeping light, She walked the woods in dead of night. A gown of shadows, lips like wine,
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"about a year ago in Poets
