They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Deep in her heart, she mourned bitterness. Tears flowing down her cheeks and chin. Breath catching in her her chest. His words cutting within.
By S.N. Evans2 years ago in Poets
Took a while, but I'm over it. At least, I think? Maybe... soon-ish? I mean, the bed doesn't feel As empty anymore... It's a strange sense of
By Rosie J. Sargent2 years ago in Poets
we walked down the aisle to share our vows, I do said I, I do said you, two in love, husband and wife, until you changed my life,
By Moe Radosevich2 years ago in Poets
She rebuked when he stepped in her house. Compassion? Not for her. He never carried an ounce. Another young Black woman violated in her own home.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
I never said I love you my dear, I always thought that you were near, Then you left and went away, I miss you so, each day;
Even the Kleenex on the table is mocking me tonight. Urging me to wipe my eyes. Begging me to cry. But my heart has dried. And I’ll not
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Caught in the act, you arrested me Tried in your crucible of love Watched as you built my gallows Willingly I trod stairs
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Self sabotage I am leaving you. No more do I believe in you. I finally see the truth. You were not meant for me. Not a friend to me.
You are still taking space in my mind. It's been years since we parted ways. And you are still there, still there. Occupying the same spot,
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
With chains of soft velvet you snared me Willingly, in your trap I stepped My mind; body and soul - caged In silken, smooth, bare trap
Consider me your least favorite clothing item worn out in your wardrobe The only time you put me on is when you create a facade of lost hope Drenched with darkness from your mind for how you think of me My eyes a window to my soul The silence liberates the atmosphere for we cannot afford to wake up demons we've put to bed The clock on the wall rotates Anti-clockwise, because we live reality in the past Unforseen sequential patterns of thought occur, reshaping the perceptions we have of ourselves within We start to view ourselves from a third person perspective, for how we tell a narrative without the inclusion of our faults Persueing the masses to our favored judgement How was the end become a plot with us starring as guest characters Every memory of us like a fatal accident, certainly has led to the death of my heart Wandering the after-life of a love vendetta More souls seem lost in a villainous conscious Being led by pain, their context of grieve highlights a file line of dying sane Living the present moment only to have an alterior motive to being absent in our past-scripted dialogues So identical in bondage of our minds it feels like this pain was self-inflicted I am my own mirror victim An author of a story with words I trail down to the depths our their convention The very same words I've said to you containing empty spaces of completion
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
In the silence of my soul's embrace Echoes linger of a tender grace Where once entwined, our spirits soared Now parted ways, our love ignored.
By Lil'Rosie2 years ago in Poets
