They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Wife You want me in your life So you committed and made me your wife You tell me you love me, then you shove me I go for the door, you push me to the floor
By Pearl Allen9 years ago in Poets
So now I know I begin to feel hollow. Certainly stuck in a negative wallow. I feel decay on the end of my flow. I understand that I'm lost on the road.
By L.R9 years ago in Poets
I had to let you go and I'm glad that I did you kept playing with my heart and I wasn't having it I thought that you cared
By M. S.9 years ago in Poets
A single spike struck heavenwardLuminescent, a radiant lightA desperate gleam in the shadowsOf a dark and moonless night Reaching out to touch itNary a care had ICaressing it, my finger bledDrops as red as evening sky
By Samantha Kurutz9 years ago in Poets
My heart is crying, the words you said to me Still clear as the tears falling down my face. I can't believe it was just yesterday
By Elizabeth Mustain9 years ago in Poets
What do you do when things bother you most? You keep pushing, trying but still you keep struggling, keep saying to yourself "Things have to get better."
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
It's a quiet sort of love, The one where the stars are black And the sun is dark, The one where the ocean shrinks, The one where music sounds like it did when you were sad,
By Maddie Almquist9 years ago in Poets
What is the future But an unknown time and space the future could mean several years from now Or just seconds from this place
A glance, a pass My heart, my pain Unbeknown a dying need I know, impossible, one can only dream A wall so strong no one could break it
By Ashley Whitmore9 years ago in Poets
Wounded and weary, I fall to my knees. Crying, you hear me, But pay me no heed. I bleed from the outside, Shatter and break.
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't...talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
The depth of pain I felt was worse than razors to the wrist... The love I thought to be so true gone like raindrops in the mist.
By Natalie Riley9 years ago in Poets
