They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
You hand is cold under my hand As I gaze upon your too still face The dull incense of candles Wafts over us with muttered prayers
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Poets
I’ve learned the hard way that love equals pain. Nothing is real without piercing the skin Your smoke ring, like love, dissipates like burnt paper. The scent hangs around, a vale of poisonous vapor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Crinkled myopic eyes liberating the fantasy of the impossible return to youth, gracefully accepting inner beauty Heartbeat soulful rythym keeping time with the years passing through 65 birthdays, lamenting a once robust stamina
By Susan Lee Woodward2 years ago in Poets
perhaps love was in the subtleties, the instinctive phone calls you used to make leaving work, the unison of your voice and the clip-clop of your dainty black heels on pavement making me wish I could take you dancing
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
I studied a picture of us, the last one we ever took and I tasted blood, the crimson memories of your teeth sinking into my shoulders
In shadows deep, where self-loathing lies, I grapple with my fractured guise. A heart once tender, now bruised and scarred,
By Erin Perez2 years ago in Poets
Chewed-up spearmint Wrigleys spat out on the ground next to your boots Grey/beige mini mouth mold freshly smeared with dirt
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Gawkers searched overhead at the unfamiliar rumble of roaring jet engines Gaping hellgate flames and black smoke billowed, paper drifted, figures fell
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of fame, I stand alone, Chasing dreams, but losing my own. Fingers point, and voices shout, Yet inside, it’s a quiet doubt.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
Palpitations ripple through veins until the body vibrates, and the whole world Can hear it. A quivering voice shakes the foundations of our greatest achievements until
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Doors closing echo with the sound of the way you left me every time Drops of rain feel like dirty tears without your love to wash me clean
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
