They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Glass dwellings could never sustain us My cool presence tempered your heat Until crack repairs broke me Fragile walls mirrored truth
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
Had I foreseen our beginning’s end, that one day we’d be sitting here searching eyes with empty stares across a blank table;
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
but we were two dahlias in a world made for sunflowers, together, we grew in each other’s light, planted seeds, sprouted buds,
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
winter snowflakes make me think of you, how you could never be made twice, the girl who coiled my spine like a spring, and a laugh as
Don't text her. Don't text her. Don't text her. Don't text her. Don't text her. Text her. Don't! Don't text her. Don't text her.
By Mel G2 years ago in Poets
I was once your high life: ✨tequila sunrise✨; dancing by the moon. We were ‘sposed to age like fine wine… your kiss was whiskey - love,
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Two souls intertwined then ripped apart, things torn away never quite part, remnants lost and others gained, an uneven exchange,
By Samantha Smith2 years ago in Poets
She haunts my thoughts since that day she left; Mornings seem to be the hardest… The bed feels empty and cold. The pillow smells like her
By Roger Stefani2 years ago in Poets
What is this feeling inside his guts? a crushing blow to his ego It happened so suddenly, Overwhelming his mind, Jarring and painful--
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Poets
"Good riddance to bad rubbish," she said. But really, deep in her heart, she is unsure if that's true. What is true anymore?
The illiterate discorded figure with Scattered puzzle pieces of its own Fate integrated destinations. Goodbyes torment our time with Agonizing depiction of hallucinated Casualties. Our past formalities are at ruin of being harzadous waste Capable of deriving illness from the soul nimbus To a burdensome promise, Unmeant to to be broken. Groveling colour's intertwining With narrated perspectives sing under the half dead moon. I've shared complacent flaws that are overdue the course of Eternity. It seems we're spiritually inseparable with our hearts palettting their own parables. Burned the bridge we've walked To transpire the footsteps left unhitched.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
