They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Reflections ... shattered ... scattered Shards, slivers like molten glass Litter the once spotless floor Each shard a reflected memory
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
drag me along reach into my throat plunging poison reap my deeds and watch them boil eat myself alive just trying to get rid of it
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The Anatomy of Us Your affection cuts into me, a specialist with a consistent hand, the surgical blade plunged in moonlight,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
The little pieces of hope you're feeding yourself will starve you to death. ♡~♡~♡ In the mood for heartbreak? You might want to read: Gone
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
My heart flutters quickly in my chest, Desperate to escape its cage, Blood pounding through my veins, Roaring with insanity and rage.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Everything I thought we were was a lie you used to keep me around. I was your weapon against all that did you wrong and when I was of no use anymore, you separated yourself enough to make the distance noticeable.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
that boy is back in town. you know what they say when he is around, things get 'complicated' as a passive status, not making any miracles.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
I've been given a lot of guidance during my breakup. Some I've needed to get through the day. Other advice I don't need so much.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
first bee sting, scraped knee juice dripping down your chin fresh lemon floor cleaner, chairs stacked on the kitchen table
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
the gasps and the gaps the aching space between thoughts electric silence * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Had this thought/idea in my head. So, published it. I think the song Girls Who Play Guitars by Maximo Park may have influenced it...
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
In the land of valor and ancient tales, Prithviraj Chauhan’s name prevails. A warrior king with a lion’s heart, He played his part, a noble art.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Sabotage and reckless thoughts Endless journeys of collisions Fragile souls in unseen wars Waged by those with false pretenses
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
