They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
the dialogue is impatient. i can feel his agitation and i hear between his empty verbiage everything he won't say. ninety percent,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hear the Whispers in the Wind Hear the whispers in the wind they still say your name. Not like a prayer. Like a wound. We were never gentle. not even once.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
We gather in the glow of endless feeds, A congregation bound by lonely Wi-Fi, Where “friends” are data points, not needs,
By Ian Sankanabout a year ago in Poets
We scroll through a thousand faces, bright, A carnival of pixels—Like, Share, Follow— Yet ache for a hand to hold in the night,
Hardly would I ever have believed To see what started in such a paradise Never thinking it could happen left me relieved A broken young heart can still be healed
By Jason Mortonabout a year ago in Poets
Another outburst, Another reminder of how I have to take it all in. Fix everyone's problems. Yet, when things go wrong, I have to fix those things also
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
it would make sense if you were dead but you're not all the pretty memories, perhaps, maybe, would stay alive but they don't
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
i loved you so much i was sick with it i knew this because i fell too fast, even when you never fell at all you never had to smile or do very much
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
D.A.T. I. N. G. Discovering Authentic Trustworthy Individuals Never Guaranteed You never know what you are going to get when you’re dating.
By K. Wisendanger about a year ago in Poets
So when I can no longer meet the eyes in the mirror, I will know that your remorse had entered my lungs.
By Caladriusabout a year ago in Poets
It slipped from wet dish soapy fingers and proved Newton's apple true as it fell and smashed into shards of white porcelain
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
