They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Why am I so hard to love? Am I too big? Am I too loud? I can’t do any special tricks. I’m just a person, but it’s never good enough.
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Hey Girlie - that's what you called me. I was desperate to be something to you With your twinkling eyes, your laugh and your birthday in June.
By Sloan Li2 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for June 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
Staggering fears; her sadness she frees, Through tumbling tears on chest drawn knees. Hopes for these feelings to die; He left, so now she cries.
By Julia Alfred2 years ago in Poets
Within the depths of my mind, I rest unconscious. I am neither here nor there, nor far nor near, when I question its rightness and if I ever existed.
By Jess S2 years ago in Poets
Heartache bleeds on to this bed you left. No missed call, feeling the unrest. Silently I weep for you. Tears are but far from few.
though i love the cool breath you left on my neck lingering years past our last goodbye, i can't live a life where you still raise the
By kp2 years ago in Poets
There was no yelling at each other, there was no hatred or remorse - just a sad, slow, drift apart that comes when trust’s broken...
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
What more can I do to make you stay? Memories of us replaying. How much more pain can I take? This facade is cracking, And masquerading
By Asea B Moore2 years ago in Poets
You found me in October. I believe that month holds magic. Pumpkins and bats hanging out. I'm telling you it was fate to meet again.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
A question burns inside my skull. It reaches my heart to crack it open. Why do you have so much power over me? One message and I'm in pieces.
Don't tell me to "be rea-son-a-ble" We weren't meant to be seasonal. You time-wasting, lust-chasing, lie-making, heart-breaking,
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
