They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Cold hands and bare feet, walking down the lip. Mouth shut, but eyes wide open, No word should be spoken. Nose smells the weight of despair,
By Ina Zeneliabout a year ago in Poets
Sex on the Beach at Night Sand in my hair, salt on my skin, Your hands rough, rushed, pulling me in. The tide rose fast. So did we.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I live in the shadow of grief, Which twists and manipulates, Unraveling at the seams. It plays tricks A sound here, A shadow there.
By Erin Barteskiabout a year ago in Poets
I feel terrible everyday, It's affecting what I say, And it won't go away. I just want to be happy, But my situation is crappy,
By Keith McHughabout a year ago in Poets
I talk You walk I shout You go out I scream You daydream I bawl You make a phone call I whoop You shoot hoops It seems like all we do
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Poets
Am walking up the Calvary this Easter session, To lay to rest this cross I carried for so long. There's time to hold on, There's time to be patient,
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Poets
A world set on fire By gilded desire A covetous breath You spent so much time taking away my freedom You forgot to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
It was only drywall cut with the sharp tip of your x-acto blade of words wielded like a sword. little fragments of dust
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
On a golden Eagle With deep heart scars. Still after ten years, I don’t know who you are. Burnin’ down the miles, Hair straight back.
By S.E.Linnabout a year ago in Poets
How Can I Compete She walks in like a perfect lie, Painted lips, a sparkle eye. Perfume clings like a second skin, While I’m just tired, worn too thin.
Yesterday’s Fire Yesterday’s fire is today’s ashes, a cold grey hush where the heat once screamed. Smoke is memory that won’t rise,
Oh My Beloved Son! You are meant to be strong— The pillar that holds our crumbling walls, The bread bearer of our weary home,
By The Lonely Voiceabout a year ago in Poets
