They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I need you to explain My beautiful God wrapped in pain Why I am not enough for you I'd kiss away every scar and bruise After a gilded nereid you chase
By Lynn Jordan2 years ago in Poets
Our empire’s in ruins— all is burned and lost in verse. My love language was words when you stayed silent, your need for service was
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
i stand at the edge of the valley the place i kissed you first that night tumble in the red shadows fire lit and without guilt
By Kevin Rolly2 years ago in Poets
Our words scatter like disrupted ants No direction, just a frenzy Foraging and feeling, but Bumping into ourselves Searching through chaos
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
Autumn rocks the world to sleep in perfect noontime slumber, Nodding off, perchance to dream in color, and believe He's there.
By Harbor Cecille2 years ago in Poets
Another day, harder than the last, another year without you Needing your lips, your kiss, your touch Navigating in the darkness without your love and support
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Note - Here is a link for Poppy's Challenge this month. This is the second of what I hope will be a few entries: They say that you can feel it pass;
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I miss the feeling of home. I miss the laughter of home. I miss the love of home. I miss her. I miss the nights we stayed up too late.
By Inae'e Aidoo2 years ago in Poets
i think i'm dying - Marcus told me to - and i think of me as human, too. i grow like a stoic man's secret chance, so far away, so anxious;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
When we met, all stars were aligned. 2 years later, your church forced you to marry another girl. 2 continents away, I got your letter,
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
Your letter came in the mail, saying our plans to marry were cancelled. You’d be married in two weeks but you’d always love me.
Ever wonder how it feels to be hit by a bus? My heart sure knows. It broke. You were the driver. You promise a new ride,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
