They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
If you could go back, would you change anything? I wouldn't change a thing Sometimes, I think about what might be different
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
I tore off your petals. Shoved them in my throat. I choked and choked and choked Until I managed to swallow down The poison in the pretty pink petals of you.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Hi! I'm here! Can anyone can see me? or am I just a figment of imagination? - Are my battles, fought lost into silence?
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Maybe I never loved you much, didn't I? But I gave you all I had, I gave you my heart when nobody did. I supported you in everything you did,
By Albert Lisho2 years ago in Poets
I wonder, Will the heavens ever stop crying? It feels like rain, So heavy, that these teardrops look like pain, Painful tears from you, dear Dad;
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
There is a wound rooted down inside my chest. It's not devastating but it still hurts from time to time. I tried to ignore it, it'll get better as life goes on or so everyone tells me.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
Maybe it's 30 years from now. We'll be old, yes truly old. Working in the sun has aged your face. You have deep smile wrinkles.
"I want to tell you something," I stammer. "I'm in love with someone. Someone so amazing and kind and wonderful to me. His name is Dan."
By F Cade Swanson2 years ago in Poets
What you did was wrong; ending her life was never an option. You betrayed her loyalty, and you took her for granted. You played with her heart, and you eventually crushed it.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
"Monarch, Peacock, Red Admiral, Painted Lady, what do you think we will become?" "My mind has not meddled in metamorphosis lately"
By Soul2 years ago in Poets
"Did we ever find someone to love us so deeply that the pain ingrained in our veins seemed to disintegrate?" "We've found caterpillar love, hoping it would spread its wings, but it never did. Now we sit with ourselves at the dinner table wondering if we'll ever capture our monarch. Twirling our spaghetti, wishing butterflies were filling our stomachs instead of pounds of pasta"
In morning’s hush, we greet the day, With dreams aloft, we find our way. Hopes we hold, steps we make, This is what we bring, what we take.
By Dhiya Vetri 2 years ago in Poets
