They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Absolutely crushed I am at the news Just an actor, sure Just another star but never faded But, Iceman, Batman Madmartigan, Doc H
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
broadly I'd say the heavy and unrefined brushstrokes of progress have forgotten my soiled and marred canvas a long-held sense of longing
I am but a vessel, broken, and crying Long gone are the days when I was thriving In my eyes, in my heart, I have lost hope
By Fay-Marie Digby2 years ago in Poets
The meaning of love is to have a companion on the journey of life, someone to discuss things with, someone to share happiness with, and someone to share sadness with.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
When a loner who was happy in his bubble Started drinking with a woman who was trouble They decided to get married, seeing double
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
To my first love, Let me start by saying how truly sorry I am When we started, I could never have imagined that things would end the way they did
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
I wrote my name in the city dust. As I watched it fade with every gust. Now back where wheat fields kiss the sky, I trace my past in sandy sighs.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Blood…lots of blood That’s what this war was about Revenge and retribution There was no love in this war The revolution was upon the states
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️2 years ago in Poets
Love and War ~ My Dearest Abagail, I promised to love you forever, As your husband, And you as my wife. ~ I feel it,
Small in sound, Yet heavy in weight, They carve deep wounds or build tall gates— A Double-Edged Dagger. Spoken in haste,
By Kamel Saidani2 years ago in Poets
If you had stayed a little longer, would the stars still shine the same? Would the nights feel a little softer, whispering gently with your name?
I found an old shirt in a dusty drawer, still holding the scent of a time before. Threads worn thin by hands now gone, yet memories stitched where they belong.
