They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In the haze of a wine-soaked night, Words slurred, thoughts take flight. A dance of laughter, uninhibited sway, Inhibitions drowned in the amber array.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Dear heart, You have so many holes, you’re torn apart, still you beat, still you yearn, Are you smart? What have we learned?
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Empty Love In the stillness of the night we met, Under the moon's silver glow, Whispers of dreams and promises, In a world only we would know.
By layali mumtaz2 years ago in Poets
You are rude and never do as you are told. ——————————-I’m innocent, I’m eight years old. Look at you running barefoot. Oh, how bold!
By Chelas Montanye2 years ago in Poets
who is that? Who is racing ahead of me? Is that a boy or a girl? My name is Leslie. Leslie can be a boy or girl name. Pleased to meet you. I live under the water. I’m a girl.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Please don't... Please don't give up, don't give yourself to the shadows, swim and swim to the surface. At the surface where you can breathe again,
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
“Is this how you play?” Dan asks in a choked voice. “No. This is how you play you dumb piece of crap. You like it this way. You are weird like that. You’re a masochistic weirdo.”
And we all feel that clawing pain again, that sickness in our stomachs Normal, others and so called experts would say, just a part of it all
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I saw you again today Walking with your friends, laughing away I walk past, moving on with my day Is what I wish happened
By Xera Young2 years ago in Poets
They are The type Of sick people who would be down for being a four-some "family" in a non-platonic way. Jerome's sick parents would defend The very idea.
By Jade Amber Romanclature2 years ago in Poets
You told me you were fine Because you wouldn’t understand What wouldn’t I understand Anything That’s not an answer Because an answer would start a fight
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Just before my birthday, you were taken away, Under the summer sun, you silently lay. Never will June be the same again, Eyes once filled with life, now veiled in pain.
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Poets
