They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Leaving behind the promises of an empty dream, all so that you can achieve what you wanted to be. My heart still wants you around, but my mind knows you're already gone
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
(Verse 1) Do you remember us? We were at a fireworks display, Exploding with colors, lighting up the way. Laughter echoed, like thunder up high,
By Sazia Afreen Sumi2 years ago in Poets
As far as I know you are still not sorry; yet I know you will be. As you can see, this 365 stories in 2025 is going very well! I'm working on several longer poems, so hopefully I'll get into it sooner rather than later.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
A photo frame containing a family, Now faded, a life abandoned. He recalls the previous state of affairs. When joyous noises had filled these corridors.
By BD All Product Shop Digital Marketing2 years ago in Poets
Broken lovers Haiku You think we’re lovers Two Hearts flying through this life I don’t see it dear
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
We will fly again one day In fields of golden light, We'll chase the dawn, side by side, With laughter in the air, Our spirits free, no need to hide.
She’d a smile built for devastation. Her eyes reflected the worlds’ tragedies. Glue saturated her facade’s fractures. She fortified her heart with detritus.
By Lizzy Rose2 years ago in Poets
Writing to release Emotions trapped in my heart 💔 My tears type these words *a haiku of heartbreak by _______________ Bolt⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 years ago in Poets
Check the mirror, open your mind; you see "different", I see delight. Other's opinions are bound to fail; crying for something
By Alex Torres2 years ago in Poets
The awakening to a suffocating void of absolute darkness hands are clenched body is curled tight Unsettled Where am I? Who am I?
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
Dementia is cruel. Who Is She? I look in a mirror; I ask you, Who is she? You gently explain, “This is you, my love.” Tears start to pour;
A picture frame with a family inside, Faded now, a life left behind. He remembers how it was before, When happy sounds had paraded these halls.
By Ian M. Williamson2 years ago in Poets
