They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The House That Held Her back Eleven years, the walls still whisper, A quiet ache that will not wither, Where shadows stretch a little too long,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
There was little I could do, I was screaming my heart out, Without a tear in my eye, You stood there, Not a heartbeat missed,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Just a Cheap Bottle of champagne The rain falls like stale champagne, Flat, tasteless, a fizz long gone — A refreshment full of lost hope,
I make myself the last of the chicken tenders cause the smell of your pizza reminded me I need to eat too. you tell me
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Wigan’s Glory, St’Helens’ Gloom At St’Helens’ ground, the crowd did roar, A rugby clash—just like before. My brother proud, all bold and keen,
Inside every person there is a child that needs to be understood and to be heard, not to be taken as weak. No one asked if you were tired,
By Astone Zulu2 years ago in Poets
Tomorrow I will look for a pen Tomorrow I will look for a pen Is it not on the pen? One day I will go to a dead village
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
I lay there listening to the pitter patter of rain through my open window. My thoughts drift to your words as I find myself longing to be in your arms.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets
Your silence was telling, spoke thousands of words and not one was uttered. I chose myself at a time where you were choosing ghosts
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
How clean can you be? Does it wash away the years, the hands that held too tight, the mouths that whispered, Kneel. - The fluorescent tube buzzes—
By Iris Obscura2 years ago in Poets
The tears formed in the corner of his eyes As he stared off into the distance Unfiltered images swirled in his mind Haunting highlights flickered in black and white
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
The Echo that haunts my ear A sound that lingers, sharp and near The whisper of death is drawing close. A threat of torn and shattered lives,
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
