They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
glazed, the opportunist struggle of the bacterium can I dream? I can see but I cannot hear the winds that whip through the strains,
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Inaccurate, the memories linger longer than they should. Etched into the gray matter, held captive by neurons, to be rediscovered
By Morgan Longford2 years ago in Poets
Jaws snap shut, a roar stifled. Because even a dinosaur, in all its might, still has fear. Insecurity, a need for belonging
It was the day before going away when I got the news that my dear best friend had passed on. Her cancer, spreading, her pain troubling, her life no more.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Coming back from illness, but I love this song You said we'd live forever, and I was your northern oasis We know what was real
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
In a realm where shadows swallow the sun, Where innocence fades and darkness is spun, A world unfolds beneath a sky of lead,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
In the excursion of life, connected at the hip we step, Through each high and low, one next to the other. In chuckling and tears, our bond stays valid,
By Aysha Islam2 years ago in Poets
Your loveless darling heart closed shut with eyes that show no care you push away all love and yes you are aware to hold my hand or embrace me when you see tears
By Farhat Naseem2 years ago in Poets
With every tender kiss Comes a night where I sit in the tub, the water flows over me, and hides my tears Every time we're together and we laugh
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
8 years, 8 seconds... In an instant it will all disappear I will be a distant memory One you'll randomly remember and smile
It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply I curse my own heart for caring even when I know better I've seen people's true colors; I've been disappointed and hurt by the same ones over and over again
I reach for your hand as gravity graces your figure I wish to fall encased in your skin Consumed by your warmth But I need to be your savior
By Helen Alarcon2 years ago in Poets
