heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Leaving
I’m sorry did you think I was fragile? Do you honestly think you’re the first person to call me an asshole? Be honest, how many hearts have you stole? One kiss, that’s it, more addictive than some opiates. Stop talking to me. All I’ve ever wanted is to be free. Your words don’t mean a damn thing. It was only supposed to be a short fling. Don’t tell me you love me each time after you shove me. You don’t give a damn about me yet you were the only thing I could see. How are your words so pretty and your actions so mean? Shouldn’t we be on the same team? I’ve been unraveling at the seams and all I ever wanted from you was to be seen. Save your empty promises, dear. Now everything is finally clear. You don’t get to call me insane when you made me this way. Listen closely to what I have to say. I don’t want you near and you can no longer cause me any fear. Now just watch me. Holding hands with my demons, I’m finally leavin’.
Savannaha KleinPublished about a year ago in PoetsPerfect Love.
Kiss her thorns Smell her roses Mend her shattered Broken parts She will tell you All her truths Taste her lies Have her cries,
Rather ZainPublished about a year ago in PoetsMountain Mama
Mineral Crystals Grown within the Earth's own Womb Harvested by Man *** Ingest needed salts Forming a body within
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in PoetsAffection
Perhaps I am addicted to the idea of finding love I fall much too easily Tripping on kind words Stumbling when treated like a human being
Last Flight
Canceled flight, intentional or from fear? Years of wistful sighs, dreams, hopes— forgotten in place of committed fear, committed
Lauren GirodPublished about a year ago in PoetsHis Demons Ride Him Hard
He stands strong when he feels his weakest, Committed to the responsibilities swinging heavily on his shoulders, A mistake, maybe, but the deed has been done,
Colleen MillsteedPublished about a year ago in Poets"Echoes of the Past"
The old house stands tall and proud, But inside, it's empty and loud. The floors creak and the walls moan, As the wind whispers through the stone.
The Artistic SoulPublished about a year ago in PoetsMemory Lane
I made the greatest mistake one can make after healing; I found our old messages and decided to take A long-awaited trip down memory lane
Skylar WhitneyPublished about a year ago in PoetsCelebrating the Joy and Love of Christmas:
Celebrating the Joy and Love of Christmas Oh Christmas, how much joy you bring To every heart and soul, it seems A time for laughter, love, and cheer
Paul SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsYour Heart
Their sunlight is golden Like the ichor of gods My skin is stained red Darling won’t you wipe this blood away? ❀ There’s ballads and words carved in stone
Full Moon
Full Moon In my dream, I was flying high above A world of endless green and blue. The wind rushed through my hair, my heart ablaze
Paul SmithPublished about a year ago in PoetsPrologue
Born from a red rose From infancy to womanhood she rose Made by the courtesy of NightCafe Studio https://creator.nightcafe.studio/
Thavien YliasterPublished about a year ago in Poets