They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Your smile, a fleeting memory now A bittersweet reminder of what we had somehow Lost in the whispers of what could have been
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The tears I cry, they fall like rain A never-ending pain, a constant strain My heart is heavy, my soul is worn The weight of sorrow, it bearing morn
In the tempest's rage, they succumb to the wild, A tumultuous saga, passion undefiled. Yearning so fierce, it refuses restraint,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
As the earth whispers, my breath is caught in my throat to race in my chest even every intertwined pulse is no longer passed by blood
By Prayoga Yuliano2 years ago in Poets
My heart weeps with the very thought, Tears pool to drown its beat, Fissures tear the pain wide open, As hours turn up the heat.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
He´s sweeter than an apple pie, His hands so soft, soul untouched, has never said the last goodbye, Never heard the devil knocking on his door.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Sugary moon, lady moon... You melted upon sight... Why is there no peace, there is no peace without you... The mind is like cool water, my lady...
By Lily💜 2 years ago in Poets
. PAINFUL. By Ross E F Lombardi . Couple half 1 “They do not trust me” . Couple half 2 “I do not trust Them.” . Couple half 1
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
My dating life is a series of mistakes I lose dates like I lose money Like the girl who wore my t-shirt The one I can no longer wear
By Simon George2 years ago in Poets
You keep kissing the thorn That still does pain slowly dragging you down You deserve your own crown Lips forget and still remain
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Broken Heart Shards You held my heart in shuddering hands, completely clear, fragile, a magnum opus of delicacy. However, it got past you,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Scrambling through my ecstasies, I stumbled across the depths of blue, On my way to my deathbed, I and Death had a rendezvous.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
