They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Holding on to it This anger raging inside It does me no good And there is no rewind * I don’t remember Not feeling this way
By Christina Vanhaerents3 years ago in Poets
yeah I’m drunk You’re right! I’m Drunk as a skunk. Don’t let it bother you, I tell myself Don’t let his departure start your departure
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
even after all I've/we've been through - the blood, sweat, tears, pain, betrayal, sorrow and regrets cold realities, hard truths and uncomfortable admissions of guilt
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Erratically I stop and contemplate in haze, Continuously doubting all the colors that I see around me, Love filled with senseless idioms and shaded lenses,
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár3 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where memories dwell, Lies the echo of a love once held. Through veils of time, regret does swell, A haunting tale that hearts oft tell.
By Suzan Chauke3 years ago in Poets
In the depths of night, beneath the moon's soft gleam, Questions dance within my mind, a silent stream. I ponder things unsaid, moments left unturned,
That bond—where is it? The love we shared is gone. All of your promises—where are they? Do you not believe it's about time you showed me?
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
A global society of interests ____By Aranna Hasan Delwar. Today I came to tell a story, Gaza's Living, Dying Or any lost story.
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
For months, I grieved. Right up until the end, I was under the impression that our two-year relationship was going great. You made me believe that.
By Test3 years ago in Poets
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
I'm stuck in the mix of my mind lost in the depths of my soul wishing for these feelings to cease but it seems that it will never be
By Quentin woodard3 years ago in Poets
Everyday I miss you. Counting every minute the moon passes the sun because I know you’re Looking too Inviting our eyes from two different places
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
