heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Does traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsStay with me
In the silence of the night, my tears softly fall, Whispers of goodbye echo through the room. Stay with me, your voice softly pleads, in silent plea,
Alecia HarriottPublished 6 days ago in Poetsone and only
he tells me that he loves me but he only says it in the dark only with mystery and danger when we can’t see who we are he tells me that he needs me
⸘jason alan‽Published 6 days ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2024
we all slum it in the end
we all slum it in the end even when we turn dirt to gold refuse to do what we're told turn gold to dirt refuse to do
Paul StewartPublished 6 days ago in Poets The rain it never stops...
dr i p drop dr i p pitter pitter patter pitter dr i p patterns richer richer patterns pitter patter pitter dr i p drop dr i p
Paul StewartPublished 6 days ago in PoetsAlone on the Playground
Alone on the playground, Back against the wall. Hands on my knees, Knees to my chest. 5 years of age, I feel so small.
Unbreakable HeartPublished 6 days ago in PoetsInside Out
She hides a hunger That burns like fire Hiding there under A secret desire Igniting the thunder That fans the flames higher
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 days ago in PoetsFrom vows to haunt
Once, the cuboid closes I’ll stand alone just holding roses. --- The misty air, of fresh soil’s scent a patch of grass
G. A. BoteroPublished 6 days ago in PoetsKeys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsOver You
Ask me in December if I'm over you; ask me in December if I forgot the things you do. November will be early, jaan - By then it won't be true.
TheSpinstressPublished 6 days ago in PoetsNostalgic Blues
🎼 Hot southern cornbread on a brisk, sunny day, reminds me of the beauty of September. Mama baked the best while listening to Como.
Lamar WigginsPublished 6 days ago in PoetsWithout You
I’ve planned for plenty of things as I’ve gone through my life Parties need guest lists, food, and activities Classes and tests have to be studied for