heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
100 Times
I said goodbye not knowing is was forever But at lest I said it non the less 100 times you’d walk around that corner 100 times you left
How to Be Kissed
How to be kissed with hate and fear A hand book past down to me by the sweet romances of the bar bathroom mirror Oh baby
Numbness is easy, lucidity is the real kicker
Numbness filled her soul As she left the only home she knew Her mother her stepfather, Two little brothers and sister too.
Janice DailyPublished about a year ago in PoetsEphemeral
earthy voice and eyes of fire. gentle water-touch, then, like the wind, gone.
Cement of a Mess
Im sorry if I'm impatient but I want to get on before it sets This drying cement of a mess Lying dead in the bed of our unforgiving
some people
behind the walls we can disappear- protection from the outside, we can’t stop running, or else.... sink into a tortured past life
⸘jason alan‽Published about a year ago in PoetsThe Shepherd Falls Sheep
If rhymes could rewrite history I think I’d skip a couple beats the ones keeping the letter u away from me if rhymes could rewrite history
A DIVORCED SINGLE MOTHER WROTE:
I'm keeping in touch with you to cause somebody to comprehend that valuing our accomplices in spite of their flaws is great.
Fire
Tears flow. Harsh words blown burn my core. Just bury me. Fire of Dementia
Cathy holmesPublished about a year ago in PoetsCandle Love
leaned in, with lips lit my wick, stayed just long enough to watch it burn out.
Unrequited
If I could yoga and coping mechanism my way to freedom, don’t you think I would? If journaling could stifle these unwanted flames,
Dreary sunny dreams
I hate the summer sun It laughs at me for hiding La Luna torments me by keeping me high up With burning shadows Morning Star Sun created a hope that pierced inside my heart like a gaping, deep, wormy hole,
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago in Poets