They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Push me to my limits and watch me crack recoil at the impact, point a finger, call me out my reactions to your poking, prodding, spat-out insults are unacceptable,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Gorilla love In a jungle green, where the wild things play, I fell for a gorilla, in a crazy way. His laughter was bright, his heart was so free,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
my clothes this morning smell of fresh comfort soup and kind friendship simple medicines, but potent, their efficacy amplified by these many weeks
By Wonder T2 years ago in Poets
What was the point of all of this? A waste of time There’s no point to be find Tell me What is it that I don’t see I’m getting angry
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
I've had this raggedy old elephant for a little while. Some days it seems to be the only reason I smile, 'cause he's leaving out the driveway.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
I wake up in the sparesome light I see your face, enjoy the sight My hand on your chest goes up and down You will always be my prince wearing his crown
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
From within me? From the depths of my feelings Raging anger? And a raging hurricane They told us: Constitution Stand up you wicked people
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Oh dreams, take a pillow for the heart's wound For the pains have gone away from me quickly, approaching So, oh waves of the sea, be calm and do not be angry
Because I stole something precious He was like me and like a high star My role model in life doesn't matter to me He is the embodiment of the qualities of perfection
The maple leaf soared, Red on white Against the horizon While the plane glided in, Landed, wheels out, On the blacktop,
By Laura Pruett2 years ago in Poets
I claimed you though God had not ordained you. Planned and convinced myself I was your wife. You’d been forth coming with your identity
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
