They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Find myself stuck in a quiet phantasy Driven by hypoxia, aphonia and anopia The toxins syphon, as does the apathy Virtuoso pianist hammers La campanella
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
A love lost is what earned? I ask this question to myself everyday Does this question make sense? Or is it the same as my idea of love-
By Mehar3 years ago in Poets
I heard gunshots outside. I pondered what had happened. Just like everyone who heard them. After a while, there was a bit of noise outside.
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
In shadows profound, where evening glow winds around, Two spirits weaved, similar to harvest time leaves. Taboo love, a murmured story,
By zulfi bux3 years ago in Poets
Like a master butcher you trimmed me down, Reduced me from the wholesale piece, Sectioned me and discarded the top cuts indiscriminately,
By Ramie Lewis3 years ago in Poets
you died today, and i lied about being able to stay clean, about an interest in meetings when you won’t be there, about my desire to felo de se,
By kp3 years ago in Poets
Within daylight, I play my role, The facade of “normal”, but with a heart contains a hole Laughter, dinners, lunch and smiles of family galore,
By Forever Midnight3 years ago in Poets
Tell me why it’s raining in my bedroom? My sheets wrapped my body in complete Curled up like a fetus with hot tears skiing down my cheeks
By Sender Jeannestal 3 years ago in Poets
Velvet darkness, a boundless expanse, Sparkling with diamonds, given a chance. Stars ignite, like celestial brushstrokes,
By a broken heart3 years ago in Poets
Through whispering willows, a pathway descends, Where sunlight dances, on waters that bend. The stream gurgles secrets, in a language unknown,
I am a slave in my own mother's household. His mistress mistreats me. She beats me almost daily. She is only his mistress.
I just want to be home. I'm frankly tired. I just want to be healed. I'm frankly traumatized. I just want to be held. I'm frankly tumbling.
By Shimnom3 years ago in Poets
