They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
She was so naive, she loved me deeply. Yet, she hid it from me, and when she came before me, she couldn’t say a word. She would bite her finger nervously,
By Ignited Minds2 years ago in Poets
There was a lot of good But somewhere along the way, the good could no longer outweigh the bad. There was nothing good about realizing my love couldn’t fix your anger.
By Stephanie Jarrell2 years ago in Poets
* destructions the construction to this new me I'm conducting all the music I've rewritten to expose the girl you've smitten
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
There is a thing called Trust, Fragilely built, In time and spades, Through thick and thin, An intangible treasure you can never demand,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
In Mourning for Our Queen As dusk falls gently upon the fading light, We gather here, heavy with the weight of loss, In the silence, echoes of her laughter linger,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
What is Love? Ah, let me weave a free verse tapestry of love, Where words flow like rivers, unbounded, Love, a kaleidoscope of colors,
The Tower of London In the heart of the city, standing so grand, A tower of history, a fortress so planned. With walls made of stone, thick and so tall,
Titanic Beneath the stars, where the ocean sleeps, A grand ship sailed, where the deep water weeps. Titanic, majestic, with dreams in her hold,
Loves me, loves me not cannot work for those who cannot love being alone with their own mind. You give an inch they took a mile,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
What I thought was protection was actually manipulation, playing the cards a certain way to see how it might benefit you in the end,
The heart sinks in sadness, For the soil becomes cracked and silent, planting goodness and love, Harvesting hurt instead.
By Sarah Alsayed2 years ago in Poets
The night screams of silence in a world of pain, A chest of regret lives deep within her bosom, percolating on high, Questioning decisions brought about by pressure,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
