They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
She loved him— like the way you hold your breath before a storm, hopeful, full of expectation. He said she was everything,
By Soul Sync2 years ago in Poets
If you give a fire, it will burn one day.... In this life, we all want to be happy, In this life, we all want to find freedom, to be free..
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
melted butter on my lips a lifetime on those hips light, gentle tongue slips just as my heart does flips - passion fascination fashion
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
My St. Patrick’s Day Wedding, 1975 The March wind hummed a quiet tune, Green ribbons tangled with morning’s bloom. A bride in white, a heart in flight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I support him But there is no support for me At least he sees me Know I’m waiting Waiting on him Is it worth it Probably not
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
He Woke Up Dead Inside His Head He woke up dead inside his head, A hollow echo in his bed. The dawn crept in, a silent thief,
Red the colour of freedom Red, the cry of broken chains, A silent scream in open veins. No gentle hue, no soft embrace, Just fire’s mark across a face.
Let Go! Let go of what used to be What didn’t work out before opens up opportunity The past does not define the future It shapes, it molds, but not define
By Jessica Dean2 years ago in Poets
At night, I gaze at the sky so wide, Watching the stars in their endless ride. Some shine early, soft and bright, While others wake in the heart of night.
By Ellie2 years ago in Poets
Leprechauns shaking shillelaghs As the leper cons say pay me Butterflies in disguise as they spin their lies Spiders trickling down
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Then The Day The Debt Men Called Then the debt man came to call, Through your gambling, we lost it all. House and furniture, 100-inch TV,
Every scar I carry has a story. Some are small like the faded line on my knee from a childhood fall, or the burn on my wrist from a careless moment in the kitchen.
By Astone Zulu2 years ago in Poets
