They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I saw your face today. But it's missing your smile. That big bright smile that stretches to your ears. It usually reaches your dark brown eyes.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
Your heavy eyes stare back at me. They blink once. Twice. And again. I'm talking about nothing. I'm going on and on. My lips move quickly.
In the deep of night, I long for you so dear, To see your face, to hold you near. My heart aches with a longing so true, You can’t imagine how much I miss you.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
I may have traded one lie for another One sticky and sweet with complex undertones of not-good-enough and almost-not-quite-committed.
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
Give me the decency of simple communication. How am I supposed to move on when you just up and disappeared? Onto the next one, eh?
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
Hey there, You... You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Let me love you as I could, Not as you will or as I need to. For love, to linger, have to be free, and what you want for
By Kamal O. Touhami2 years ago in Poets
Love is like a wild wind, you can’t tie it down. It’s tempting, but sometimes it hides. We all want to connect, but love does
Born Broken Why, I ask God, why Why was I born broken A dollar store gift with parts that didn’t fit, sometimes I feel like a token
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Almost a month away now I would have been holding you in my arms Hearing you cry for the first time Feeling your tiny hand gripping onto my finger
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I am the strong one. The one who worries and plans For everyone else’s care. The phone rings sounding the alarm I hear the panic and my heart stands still.
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
