They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Stilettos and red lip gloss In search of a dollar and a bite Lost to the night Each day her body pays her way Now a zombie in disguise
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
She left me all alone In my own melancholy tomb Lost I roam an empty echoless catacomb Endless nights of sweaty plight Never another love in sight
So often I catch myself reaching for the phone, as the sun goes down. I can't help but wonder how often you might do exactly the same.
By K.L. Grace2 years ago in Poets
I rise from the ashes of a childhood Scorched by neglect and indifference, A sapling that refused to wither In the drought of affection.
By Ravi D2 years ago in Poets
Found the old letters you wrote me, the words you let me believe were true and meant forever. Every line being filled with the hope you shoved down my throat,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
It’s not fair, how you hold me so casually in your palm, * forgetting I’m there as you go about your day. * Slipping me into your pocketbook
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
"Shut up! Shut your mouth!" "I just --" "Listen, I'm warning you. Don't push me. I'm sick of it." "Each time I try --" "No more crap from you! Keep it to yourself. You have nothing to say. Nothing."
By Sonia Heidi Unruh2 years ago in Poets
Sun dried locks and denim skin, robust and cheeky,grinning. Gravel in his mouth, a heat of graven mercury; eclipsed heart, defective and maleficent. Mothers bruising
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
Simply speaking shackled are the voices of those who dream of freedom If there were an iota of blame to place it would be in insolence inciting
By Bridge Theory2 years ago in Poets
Iron fist in a velvet glove Wrapped as cuddly coercion Wishing to pluck myself out Of my humanness Too sickish from soaking up
By Diana C.2 years ago in Poets
Strayed from the hearts of those who have already forgotten. Illustrated by only silent blood invisible to the human eye. Lest, the legacy of those innocent souls be doomed to the new world of freedom.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
salacious and savage, the intent in her eyes lustfully her tongue glides across little lies etching the look of his face in her mind
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
