They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Who am I? Did you not see my tears pouring down my bruised face? Did you not hear me scream while I faded, Like a vampire afraid to face the night?
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
Shotgun Wedding The vows came quick, like a loaded gun, A preacher’s voice, no place to run. A trembling hand, a ring too tight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Walk the Plank Walk the plank, it’s time to feed, The hungry sharks that make you bleed. The waves don’t care, the depths don’t weep,
Piled kindling Days, hours, minutes Broken to flinders Stacked with care Around my feet Piling high into the air Years old are the smallest scraps
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
"-Did the commercialization get to you?" You have always practiced your preaching- "-No need for a holiday to celebrate our love".
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
bandaids on bullet holes freshly painted on smiles patching up souls with pure filtered sunshine living the life that she never dreamed
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
At Least We Had Our Day If all I have is a memory of you, then at least we had our day. The sun burned, the wind blew slow,
The River of Souls I will cup the water, and offer the first sip. But when thirst calls again, will you drink from it too?
By Tulsiverse2 years ago in Poets
The Light We Carry I will carry the flame, and strike the first spark. But tell me, my friend, will you keep it alive? You sing of the dawn,
Did you get your pink slip? Yes, you—the one who sat there, crunched the numbers, Signed the forms, shifted the blame, Built the walls around futures you’ll never claim.
By T. E. Door2 years ago in Poets
My House Wants Me Out In this house where shadows creep, Since twenty-fourteen, I’ve lost my sleep. Once strong and free, now I feel weak,
