They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In the depths of bitterness and pain. A heart is torn apart by love's cruel game. In the world of love and compassion. The heart seeked solace but found disdain.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the twilight, where shadows softly play, Two hearts once entwined, now find their separate way. The echoes of our laughter, like whispers in the wind,
By layali mumtaz2 years ago in Poets
In the gentle patter of the summer rain, I see her silhouette dancing again. Her laughter, like the raindrops, is soft and light.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Even the great King Midas came to regret his gifted touch Seeing the curse it truly was for all touched turned to gold Yet unlike Midas, I did not come to slowly realise and regret
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
She cannot come into her own, not in yours, or even her own timing. but when the concrete breaks under her feet & she appears...
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, my heart once bloomed, For one I thought so pure, so true. With trust in hand, to him I swooned, Yet darkness hid within his view.
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
Words not said Are thoughts not thought You’re the same Though I’ve changed a lot And if something life has taught Is I ought to let you go
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, Whispers of the heart take flight. Dreams and fears, joys and pain, Dancing through the mind again.
By OptimalEdge2 years ago in Poets
I wish I could grab you by the shoulders. Shake you so hard and maybe you'll understand. I had plans for us, asshole. They involved growing old in the desert.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
Somehow the dam broke in my head. It was carefully and preciously built. I wasn't hiding or burying anything. It was a good protection, necessary.
* Plastered together with duct tape and hope dazed by bright lights and death Plastered to keep me from feeling the rope
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
In shadowed halls of asylum's grasp, Where whispered tales and cries amassed, Stood Dr. Gogh, a beacon bright, In grim, dark walls, a guiding light.
By Zohan Ali2 years ago in Poets
