They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I’m good but I carry the burden of being good in my pride and aloofness in my sense of greatness in the elevated space I walk the aisle of pride
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
A new winter breathes the year's first frost coloring the panes of glass on wood-framed windows ~ A familiar stillness
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
If you have no set of wings, I will share mine with you (for I have flown) you may borrow mine anytime that you need to only if you promise to put them to good use
By Kadee Grace2 years ago in Poets
There’s more fish in the sea, but none that I can actually see. Every one that I try to catch has a tendency to flee when we find ourselves in any sort of glee
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
A little girl comes home from school walked in the door and broke the rule I guess the smile on her face made her mama feel out of place
I can't believe that I was a witness to my own pain I can't believe that I would think I could gain I can't believe that I thought I could stand your rain
can't they see behind those eyes the devil that lurks in there? Can't they hear the evilness there it's in the laughter
Memories Of The First Frost In the morning, where the first frost gleams, A daughter stands fragile, lost in her dreams. The world wrapped in silence, so lovely, yet cold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
First Frost on Thanksgiving The first frost kissed the earth, so cold, so clear, A silent witness to this hollow year. Thanksgiving dawned with skies of pale gray,
aching and shaking my insides rant about wanting to run with nowhere to go shall I run away to where no one loves me at all?
I used to love the snow, I would rush down the stairs to watch it blanket the streets, Everything would slow, Magic would flutter in the air,
By Samantha Smith2 years ago in Poets
I cannot take this life anymore. It is too painful. It hurts when the air enters my lungs. It hurts to hold it inside me,
By Paola Crocomo2 years ago in Poets
