They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Death and his brother are in my garden again. Moving my plants around. They tend to their growth quite delicately Careful not to reap the harvest till the stalks matureAnd begin to lose their hair.
By Igor Goldkind8 years ago in Poets
Will i remember this tomorrow? The way you held me? The way we danced? The way the lights danced upon the street? The way you held your hand in mine?
By Montana Cordell8 years ago in Poets
A new door appears/ I can finally hear you knocking the old sorrows fade away and a broken heart recovers from its decay after years of waiting in the darkness
By Deshawn LeGrand8 years ago in Poets
All this chaos around me, all this pain astounds me. We cry for this girl, that boy... our phones, even though there's kids around the world,
By Who Am I?8 years ago in Poets
It wasn't until I met you, that I saw the world with pain. You made all my dreams come true, but awoke my darkest fears. You took my breath away, but also my life.
By Eünoia8 years ago in Poets
Unconditioned Emotion I explore your voice in fragmented hues becoming more faint and distant. You’ve left couch cushions sunken in, empty. Our laughter echos in my memories.
By Kia Smith8 years ago in Poets
Am I just an empty mountain to you A hole that you enter without risks But I allow it I try to numb the cracks in my cave
By Queen Jordan8 years ago in Poets
Will you…Remember me when I die? I lay awake in the middle of night, thinking about this world and all its blight. I wonder do flowers dream, do the clouds cry at night.
How can we still be alone? In this world live billions of people. Yet all we do is try to beat one another to the top of the steeple.
You poisoned her world Yet, she kept quiet and said no word You laughed at her saddened tears Yet, she happily swallowed all your fears
By Pramity Roy8 years ago in Poets
Remember me in my naivety? Remember me as a novite? No dexterity, no charisma, no wisdom, and barely any intelligence. I was a stone, taught only to be strong and enduring.
By Sabien Ruffin8 years ago in Poets
What’s that there in the corner, drifting in the evening's light? A dark almost motionless specter that appears night after night
