They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
How did the universe, In all it’s clever design, Manage to make me fit Nearly perfectly in your arms? Lying face-to-face,
By Test3 years ago in Poets
He was still bleeding when I found him Broken in body and with no self of his own Bathing in the moisture of his sin Blaming the world for the turmoil within
By Nichole Campbell3 years ago in Poets
In the tapestry of our love's embrace, Beyond measure, it found its place. Though miles apart, our hearts entwined, In defiance of fate, our love defined.
By Ming Xiao3 years ago in Poets
The one I try to keep the door closed on– locked and barred - to hold it at bay Sometimes nothing works and it springs open wide – a whirlwind - sweeping away
By Bonnie Bowerman3 years ago in Poets
March You marched in unranked, defile, in exile from your childhood. No fanfare, no flourish, your arrival in unassuming worn out Vans
By Morgan Longford3 years ago in Poets
I've tried everything To fall back into your favour again All I do is choke up with thoughts of fear and blame I know what you're doing
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
You were my constant. Until you weren't. Not unlike losing a job suddenly. Except you didn't yield me a paycheck, tax return, severance... for my emotional time and energy. No.
By Hayley Matto3 years ago in Poets
A Greek nymph can sing without and within As I hear her before falling asleep And in every dream about my love’s spin As I listen to her voice as I leap
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
You literally meant me no good; I don't know why that was so hard to see. Everyone told me to stay away from you, but all I did was disagree.
By Trishawn Blake3 years ago in Poets
Once, it brought us to life You lauded this renovation Hailed it “Our greatest accomplishment.” “Our True North” Then we got the news
By Matthew J. Fromm3 years ago in Poets
God took the most unique of traits, and it was you he made In this silence I'm still amazed Tell me how to rectify this
“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.” — Pablo Neruda ( 1904–1973) Along dawn-kissed streets, echoes of our past Spilling from memory’s purse. Do you recall?
By Dr. Marie Grace3 years ago in Poets
