They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Nimble rattlesnakes guarded my heart. Until you sent owls to outsmart. But the truth was abstract art. Disguised as works of art.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
"I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN." I clung to those last words, so long. and we did, a year later. If only words were true.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The slaughtered lamb lays on the cold wet stone , She decapitated and all alone . Her Helpless body is numb from all the pain .
By PoeticallyPurple242 years ago in Poets
Yelling, shouting, destructive chaos Mountainous emotions inside Cracks that formed are now chasms wide Broken, angry, betrayed The heart is mourning Of what once was Full of love Final Time
By Mary Masavage2 years ago in Poets
You created something beautiful Wooed me till I believed it too Made me feel invincible Like no-one before you Too little, too late
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The decay of our affection was the bane of my felicity. A minuscule script for you. Exiling me to the bare discovery of my fortune.
A break, a rift, a sudden parting, Whispers of love now just echoes, Hearts once bound, now drift apart, Silent tears, a farewell,
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Poets
How Could You? How could you speak to me that way, With words that cut, and actions sway? I stand here wounded, heart in pain,
By Kylie Carner2 years ago in Poets
I value my time, so if you don’t value me then you gotta leave Boy please, I don't need your fake love I don't have time to talk, for a “just because”
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Alter attitude After altitude adventures accepted altruistically Anonymous After all a agony-full alligator animationless actor
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Listen to the stars begin to whisper in the night revealing timeless tales in their ever-twinkling lights Hidden secrets safely kept, by mere creatures made of dust
This one is for all the dreamers In the bounty existence that we breathe, Crafted with moments, captured by the fulfilled deeds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
