They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
nothing makes sense the wind carries the moon in a golden white dance the rocking voices echo your name regret burdens my heart, crucifies it in wonder
By Andrea Lopez9 years ago in Poets
In the silence, I triumph. In the dark, I spark. I can't see anything and this I prefer. No judgemental looks to my view will occur.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Won’t you release me, you won, won’t magnanimity rule your heart as calamity dwells in mine? Won’t you allow me to grieve and mourn, a time when you knew me, remembered me?
By David Ziherambere9 years ago in Poets
Part of me is that I remember January my tears are cold. February came and I have given my love to you. March I could've stayed and you would've been my charm.
By ᏴᏞᎪᏟK ᏞᏆQᏌᎾᎡᏆᏚᎻ9 years ago in Poets
I loved you once, I love you still. My heart beats understanding that what was Yesterday was so today could be Opportunity
By Regina Stone-Grover9 years ago in Poets
Sitting in somber, frozen while life ripples around and caresses the curves of lower extremities Pores absorbing thousands of (what is believed to be non-existent) specs of life's dirt that led you to this porcelain clawfoot in the first place
By Mo. ThePoet9 years ago in Poets
Not only were you my first love, But you were also my first heartbreak When we were together, you would make my heart ache
By Jade Millard9 years ago in Poets
This poem is for our daughter, our little one. Your name was Dakota, you were supposed to be born this June. You had amazing long legs and feet, just like me.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
To the young man So nonchalantly crossing the street Please pay attention I guess nobody informed you That you were born on the unofficial
By F.D. Brake9 years ago in Poets
So here I am pouring out my heart, now you're reading where to start. I know they all start like this, But to me this ain't a piece of piss.
By A Quick Thought9 years ago in Poets
Here we go, oh my Oh god where do I even start, You laugh at all those silly words, so immature, like fart. And I hate that I never could express the way I feel,
Angel, come back to me, spread your wings and fall, back to earth. I'm here, angel, come find me, I'm somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
By Phoenixica249 years ago in Poets
