They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
There’s a market that opens at twilight's fall, Where the broken-hearted answer the call. A market of memories, bitter and sweet,
By Christian Bass2 years ago in Poets
A heart does not break. Bones may break or shatter But a heart is not bone. Nothing so rigid and hard It may rupture or tear,
By Natasja Rose2 years ago in Poets
I wonder longingly a mind wrapped in revery wearing saudade like a sweater my homeless heart filling up a shopping cart
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
The world needs to know this: * We are entering the Darktime, where the unfortunate will be tossed aside because they didn’t pray enough to the 'right' god.
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
loose, with no holds Wild and Free She walks with a sway, a glint in her eye, A whisper of trouble, a kiss, then goodbye.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Uncharted trails in front of me; only high hopes sustaining my will. I heard your call inside of my mind and everything else stopped to a grind.
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
On the surface, I can see it moving; I place my hand to feel its breathing. Tell me, what could be here hiding so desperately in between these sheets?
By Sara Wynn2 years ago in Poets
knife Crime Haiku Knife crime rises help The blade rules, kills and destroys Jesus save us all
Beneath the moon’s silver sigh, I wander— a silhouette cradling shadows, half-alive. The wind hums, Remember, remember… but your name dissolves like smoke in my throat,
By Peter Robert2 years ago in Poets
Grá, A thing desired but never gained My lonely soul, my broken heart Screams daily to feel it just once Why is love so hard to find?
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
This is a poem for Vocal's Love in 50 words Challenge and Mikeydred's Feburary prompt. Love should never be left to go cold. - Michelle Liew
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
The stars still shine, but not for me, Their glow is cold, their light set free. The whispers once so soft, so true, Now fade like mist in morning dew.
By kumar02hemant2 years ago in Poets
