They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
If You Had a Grave Dad Dad, if you had a grave, I would visit each day. I can’t, because your life turned to ash after you died.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
She laughs fragile like a teacup- filled only with the vastness of midnight. Speaks like the sound a candle makes just before it dies.
By Blue Fences about a year ago in Poets
It feels like I'm slowly disappearing through my own eyes— like something inside me is slipping out, quiet and unnoticed.
By Nuhan Habibabout a year ago in Poets
there’s dirt again beneath my fingernails buried deep I could try to scrub try to wash and dry but the dirt is not physical or tangible
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The wife, Who was crying with love, Was crying with love, Pulling the white cloth, Looking for a drop of blood, But without it,
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Rain rain pour today Martians wants to slay. As the clouds come from far away, The night hunts on the day. Blood is all that falls,
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
I have faith I know this because it's shaken That couldn't happen if it didn't exist. _ I have faith because today I got out of bed and that cup of
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Poets
When the time comes … we must part ways To go to a new path that is better than before Don't see parting as a sad thing Because some parting ways with old things
Wicked World Wicked world, why was I born? Surely not to struggle, not to wake each day with my soul torn. It doesn’t seem right
Kiss and Tell Maybe I should kiss and tell, Who cares if it would send you to hell. You played me cheap, thought I’d stay dumb,
I set a place for you - just one. No knife, only the spoon. Candles flicker in rooms where your voice never took root.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
The Pope Has Died The bells are low, the windows bare, A hush has settled in the square. His voice, once strong, is still tonight.
