They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I had to have a conversation with myself again today, and it wasn't a very pretty talk. Because I had to remind myself of things I'd rather pretend don't exist,
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
Verse 1: The Battlefield Lullaby In fields where poppies bloom and whisper, Where shadows of the past still linger, A silent song, a mournful tune,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Now that I know what may await me. How bright the lights that shine off the sea and into my heart can be. I see, you are not even
By Katerina Petrou2 years ago in Poets
Your smile—is it real? "No, it's filled with a void." It previously held something. That was her presence, and her delicious food,
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Why do I even bother? Why do I even try? I'm not what you want, I never will be You've made that perfectly clear without even speaking the words
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
In twilight's tender, quiet light, Whispers of lost dreams take flight. Promises, once strong, now torn apart, Trust shattered, wandering hearts.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
Now that the winter's gone, the earth has lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more frost Candies the grass, or cast an icy cream
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
I once held the world in the palm of my hand It was hot to the touch, bringing ecstasy and pleasure like sand Only sometimes it was too searing to withstand
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
I can’t imagine a life without you Space between you and I is divided by thin glass I don’t feel like my reflection was meant to see past
By Amourè Deezyy2 years ago in Poets
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I am no longer the caterpillar, but part of me misses the slow inching to life I was able to do. I have waited for this day for so long, and yet I sit here crying knowing I will never get this feeling again.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
