They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Yesterdays Nothing To Do With Tomorrow Yesterday has nothing to do with tomorrow, That is what the silence taught my skin,
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
I'd like to walk around in your mind one day Meet you at the gates and ask how you've been I'd like to walk all over the clouds you've been resting on and feel your love warm my heels
By flutterfryyy3 days ago in Poets
My soul was hard for you to hold. Too hard. Too heavy, uncomfortable, not made for likes. You dumped it,
By Cristal S.3 days ago in Poets
The Lost Locket I wore the locket close to my skin, your face pressed warm against my chest. Before the world grew sharp and cold,
I used to live on crumbs. A late reply. A “miss you” at 2 a.m. A half-hearted plan You’d cancel like it was weather.
By Milan Milic3 days ago in Poets
When the breath of Dionysus has talked my feet into disobeying my hips, When the stench of Jack Daniel's has finally marked my state—splendid,
By Tedo Sharadenidze3 days ago in Poets
Always so cold, but why, she asked My body was frozen by truth Her ache reverberated through us both In the stillness we found as darkness settled
By Paul Stewart3 days ago in Poets
Do you take "Mary" to be your wife - NO, she wasn't a VIRGIN, biblically she cannot be pregnant! Do you take John, to be your husband - NO, he wasn't covered in water, he never understood what he needed.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"3 days ago in Poets
Sharp sting of winter, Betrayal leaving his lips, Rivulets descend.
By Jayni Cole3 days ago in Poets
So the shell of me watches, while the soul of me rages, and the shell of you mourns, while your soul moves on, because you never really loved me,
Here we go again, folks. My next attempt at True Crime poetry. “ All I heard was, “I Did It” In the interrogation room, hush, my coffee goes cold.
By MJonCrime3 days ago in Poets
I only know how to be what I am. And what I am is a loving, caring, broken man Jaded by war and deaths cold embrace, I feel I no longer belong among the human race.
By Edward Val3 days ago in Poets
