They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Look at you Sagittarius coded Perfect vibe Attitude explosive Kind to the eyes, and you know it Taught me a lot Before our love eroded
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
It was bright then it was dark. The ground is now the sky, because a rock crashed and blinded the sun. Mommy was here,
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Are you sick of me You can't believe that You have me Give me one night To give me your hand I'll take your mind I want to feel you
By CotardDelusionz2 years ago in Poets
For what reason did you change? How did I respond? We were like siblings, and presently Your face is a wall without windows, while you
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
I wouldn't request that you neglect How I've double-crossed your trust. I'm asking, however, that you pardon Since I believe I should.
One of my greatest fears is ignorance. That we will get comfortable saying we are set in our ways. That we will no longer have the desire to learn.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
We were here before you We walked these lands underneath your feet Back when we still had to hunt Not this shopping thing you do now
Why is it that I always find the night to be the greatest time for inspiration? That as soon as the clock hits midnight, my fingers ache to press the keys? 24 hours in the day, 16 waking hours, and my mind chooses the ones reserved for sleep...
Loneliness grows within your marriage. Life has altered for the both of you. You stare at each other's faces every day. It's like awakening to the rage of a ravenous lion.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Dear Bavery, Where are you? I don't feel you here any more Did my fear push you away? I need you to come back and bring Confidence with you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
few full bellies gorge most beg at their feet to then share the dirty crumbs
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of Rome, under the sky of blood-red dusk, Where shadows stretch long and history's breath is hushed, Simon Peter stands, the fisherman turned fisher of men,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
