They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I tried to grab the moon tonight it looked within reach taunting me with its bright assurances, but I thought if I flipped my hands upside down
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Beaming yellow, your radiance is hard to ignore, indifferent to my opinion of you, you bless the world as I sometimes ignore just how special you are,
4 A.M. again?? For f*ck’s sake, when am I going to realize I'm never going to sleep unless it's next to her? Idiot. I'll wake up (unfortunately) at 7 or 8 or whenever.... and do my stupid morning ritual of reaching for her and she won't be there.
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
My first... one of my last... a moment I will never forget... When I held you in my arms that final time... our eyes met... and for a moment, despite the months/years of torment and pain… I knew you had transcended it all...
By Ly Anna2 years ago in Poets
I script out the most cliche 'get stuck in an elevator' narrative my creative juices stalling like a campfire dying by sudden ice water bucket challenge
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
I stood there waiting for the sky to fall, like I knew it was supposed to happen. I stood there waiting. One day, two days, day after day.
By Nafisa Ashraf2 years ago in Poets
When you're gone, I resent you for leaving me to fend for myself But when you're here, out of nowhere, you can make me feel terrible
By Diana2 years ago in Poets
I never thought.. I never thought about how my actions turn into Ripples That build into waves That crash like a tsunami into the world I thought was so stable around me.
By Miss Lyndsey2 years ago in Poets
1. And I sit here and wonder, what will it take for someone to be afraid of losing me? Memories of me, so strong, Hercules,
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
The news of your death spread Like news today do On social media Posted there before even some of your family knew The post implied
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Poets
Exhausted, but I don’t sleep… There’s to much to do… My mind wanders and taunts me, like a pebble in one’s shoe.. A task here, a task there…
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
