They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In the hush of twilight's grace, Where shadows dance and soft winds trace, The leaves converse in whispers low, Sharing secrets only they know.
By Mohid Joiya2 years ago in Poets
I think I’ll write you a letter, Pouring in every word I never said, I’ll fill its pages with my unspoken sorrows, Every secret thought, carefully penned.
By Abdullah Khan2 years ago in Poets
I took in everything, Your eyes, Your body, Your smile, I'd never seen anyone look so innocent, So kind, Gentle, Fragile,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
The deviled eggs on my legs smell Of the half-elves from hell that have sprung from their shell To quell the chaos between summer and Christmas
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Nothing and no one can make me hate you. Not the endless arguments, Not the way you twisted the truth, Not the feeling that I’d always be answering to you—and to her.
By Eva A. Schellinger2 years ago in Poets
Your eyes, a sky I'd never seen, Shining in colors hard to believe. When you smiled, the world stood still, And my heart loved you against its will.
By Bardo Hernandez2 years ago in Poets
Melancholy sits like a shadow, Not heavy, just there, Sipping coffee on mornings that never quite feel right. It doesn't scream, doesn't beg for attention,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
The promises you made, I clung to them like hope. Your soothing words, so warm, Helped me survive, helped me cope. The lies you spun like silk,
You told me stop and smell the roses. So here I am; its perfume burns my nose, a bitter blend of salt, casserole, and alcohol lingers on my tongue,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
A lovely dream, all warmth and hope Sleepwalking through the cape of cope A raindrop fell, the spell it broke Alone I woke to flames and smoke
By Insinq Datum2 years ago in Poets
The lonely path is mine to walk No-one to hear, no-one to talk It's only me to fill this space I feel so small, what is this place
When wishful thinking meets its end In cold hard facts, as is its trend Half hearted ships will always sink One can't fend off true thirst with drips
