They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I got veins, To inquire from waves, This conversation with Tsunami tides, Keeps me consciously unconscious, *********************************
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
All my unspoken love pouring out onto my face as tears, your lost presence has let me lose half of myself. I can only feel with half a heart
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of My Words He burned my poetry, all 180 poems, gone each one a thread I wrote from the tender age of 11 to the fragile woman of 17.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I revisit this vacant room, shrouding the memories of provocative correspondence. But only periodically. Not for any significant reason other than the fact that these memories in a way seem to help me cope with the loss.
By Myxl Dove2 years ago in Poets
Prisoner to Your Mother I move like a shadow in her house, where silence is louder than words, each glance a bar, each sigh a lock,
Round and round the rumination roundabout Anger leaping out at random stops; a bull Goring through my sense of self anew Ending every piece of love for you.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
an open wound infected festering with pain and sorrow the ointment today were the women of tomorrow along you came the perfect antibiotic
By Anonymous Writer 3782 years ago in Poets
I breathe in the fresh air hugged between mountains It's like I've always belonged here amongst spring water fountains nestled into a world that's
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
I remember when you first came to me with a smile. I was absolutely sure that your love was worth while. You said I was unique. A young special soul with a beautiful heart.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Unwanted Trophy A relic from a life long past, placed on a shelf, left to gather dust. Not wanted then, not wanted now, just a name in the quiet hush.
I like to believe that I play indifference as well as your practiced apathy I never thought that I would need to forget that I ever cared about you
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
The Taj Mahal: A Lover’s Paradise Beneath the moon’s enchanted glow, where marble dreams in silence flow, a lover’s tale, both fierce and bright,
