They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
spare me the bad news I already know you're leaving, no need to lecture me when your eyes write the whole damn novel, major props for following your
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Slip out of your work clothes into nothing, as my lecherous gaze entices your next move without a conversation being exchanged
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
slipping on the surly bonds of earth into ash, skeletal contrails descend like scratches clawed by a fiery beast. eternal in memory, transient in history,
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Poets
as i lie awake from the night, listening to the wind's roaring moments i can't stand, fill every morning days lose their color, as the overcast continues pouring
By JM2 years ago in Poets
I didn't know, it was you I was looking for I finally‐ Finally found you, Only far‐ Far too late Yet still, I look for your eyes, and
Since you left me, my heart is broken It’s stuck closed, and I can’t see it open Losing you, meant me losing motion Everything we had was gone in moments
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Poets
Having two different definitions to “happily ever after” Todays dating culture has programmed boys to see women as toys. Sweet and simple meet and greet,
By Tatiana Magallanes2 years ago in Poets
You use your breath to give it life bigger and bigger right in front of your eyes with each new inhale comes a new shape
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
Solace and solitude are not the same If the voices inside are too vicious to tame. Lies that we tell ourselves lurk in the mind.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Some hurts don’t go away Inside they lurk festering each day Longing to bring upon decay Eradicating happiness and hope Never ceasing to erode
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Something I can’t fix A hint I may have somehow missed That alone sends me into the abyss How asanine am I? How embarrassing it is to ask
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
