They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Auditory breakdown—the sounds of the world around you reduced to deafening all-encompassing silence. Silence that eats at your sanity, breeds paranoia and mocks you, transforming the world of sounds into a world of inanity.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
He enters. Adversity rings. Scent marrs each luxuriant lily, Telling of untrueness. Carefully handling, She intimates, gaudy heads taunting:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
A blur of grasping limbs, eyes meeting in adoring gazes, and smirks that melt my heart is all I see. Soft moans, satisfied gasps, and bits of giddy chuckles coat my ears in the most melodic way.
By Monica Carneiro2 years ago in Poets
She was in love with toxicity. Overly attached to the lies and mistrust. For her that unhealthy attachment was a must. She loved the way he lied when he talked back.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
I don’t think this is going to work Like always I’m your umbrella Or I’m ignored. Violet skies we paint Except it’s just me
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
You live a life surrounded by walls built up, up, up around you as high as you could go. You bring me in when it gets lonely
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
The feeling came late, like weeds through the concrete The smell of the rain rose, like mist, in the air The deafening sound, like soldiers marching feet
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
He caught smoke in his fingers and pressed it through the gap In his teeth, releasing it onto the wild plains of his lungs.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Smile at me like your eyes remember. Recall the scents of past Decembers. Hold my hand, just a little while. Sing to me those old lullabies,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
His unbridled caress ravished my skin, every touch left me craving more. His musky aroma tantalized me as I breathed him into my core.
By Luna Verity2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes my mind wanders to different timelines. I'm seven again. I'm trying to help with the dishes again. But this time,
By Lolly Vieira2 years ago in Poets
I knew you left when your scent no longer filled the room, I knew you left when my hand touched nothing but the gloom. I knew you left when my tea lost its warming taste,
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
