They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Written for Kayleigh Fraser's "One of Us" Unofficial Poetry Challenge: * * * If tomorrow starts without me would anyone cry?
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Tonight I cry for something higher, Where not even I can reach. My mind knows not how to think, My heart knows not how to beseech.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows, whispers weave, A tale of secrets they conceive. A snitch's song, a treacherous art, Revealing truths, tearing hearts apart
By Alonge Yewande2 years ago in Poets
it weeps down his cheeks when he is alone in his man cave or sitting on his throne grinding his axe, confused how nought gets cut
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Poets
They really do always come back But maybe that's because i'm the only one that lets them Maybe I need to backup on being their backup plan
By Ecarg Nosive2 years ago in Poets
I found my wristwatch in the drawer, it was battery dead since the day we parted. Months have slipped away, but on my watch, itā€™s still 6:25.
By Veronica Smith2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hours of a moonlit night, A solitary man, bathed in light, Walks the empty streets with a heavy heart, Carrying shadows that refuse to part.
By trisno widodo2 years ago in Poets
Time keeps going without us, but we see it on our own. Your birthday comes and goes, our would-have-been anniversary right along with it.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
I would have walked through Heaven or Hell if you had only asked me to be with you, for better or worse; as the shadows crept in, I held strong,
By V Guy2 years ago in Poets
Oh, the forbidden fruit, so tempting and sweet, A fruit that we know we shouldnā€™t eat. Its luscious skin, so red and bright,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when youā€™re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the depths of night, where shadows creep, Along a melancholy boulevard, they weep, Footsteps echo, a mournful symphony,
