They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The undertaker kept getting the wrong dead people The undertaker opened the door, At seven on Monday night, A coffin stood outside on its own, But something was not quite right.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Poets
Where has it gone I often wonder where As I hear its song But it just isn't there Take it to the end of things Pushing it beyond reason
By Jason Morton10 days ago in Poets
Don’t Chase Me Please I Am Taken You smile at me across the room, I know exactly what you mean, You straighten up your pretty dress, And make sure you are seen.
you ask how i am and i don't know how to tell you i'm tired of being strong all the time so i say i'm like a conifer in winter
By Daniel K10 days ago in Poets
your voice wakes me, once again, my dreams betray me, romantic delusions reveal my quiet inability to e s c a p e from you
i have learned a great deal about you by studying the way you withdrew. the structure behind your sentences. the way you abbreviate affection.
My __________ Every ____ I ____ your name. In my heart I know you do the same. In my mind I refuse to believe I will never ___ your___ again.
By Judey Kalchik 11 days ago in Poets
Torn in two and Mind a thunder Branching choices Rent asunder One and one and two Make four One by one I shut Each door
By Alexander McEvoy11 days ago in Poets
i want to write it all down just in case i forget cause i'm changing somehow what was straight is now bent the me i used to be
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 days ago in Poets
I have spent so much of my life standing somewhere in the middle— never quite lost enough to be rescued, never quite found enough to feel at home.
By Samara Pollyana 11 days ago in Poets
Married But Not Taken Married but not taken, well not completely so, there’s something in those eyes of yours that tells me what I know.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 days ago in Poets
Insomnia has ruined my life Insomnia has ruined my life, Through my teens and being a wife, I close my eyes and beg for sleep, While round the clock the hours creep.
