They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
And then he kissed me. One would say that it was a sip of hot cocoa on the coldest day in December. Or maybe the aroma of Grandma’s peach
By lulo .8 years ago in Poets
Oh serrated edges, Of the words that seep Into my ears from filthy lips Releasing them like poison Floating freely through the hazy air.
By Jade Morris8 years ago in Poets
sometimes i wonder… what i was thinking… you are clearly out of reach… and, i am obviously out of touch… with the reality of this situation…
By kristen weigand8 years ago in Poets
Tears fall from this cheek of mine Where words never do quite rhyme People whisper behind my back I just blend into the background all dressed in black
By Heather Watkins8 years ago in Poets
When you looked into my eyes and said "I love you." You caught me of guard, but I was blissful with joy. I gave you no reply though, out of fear I misheard you.
By Trey Derek8 years ago in Poets
Who are you, To approve or disapprove of me, To make me feel less than, Less than human, Who gave you such authority to decide my character,
By Noah Renee8 years ago in Poets
Winter, she's the ice queen with a killer smile, frosted knives for nails and a hint of peppermint in your morning coffee,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
Days, nights, weeks, and months I have spent crying over you. Obsessing over you dearly, hoping you feel the same. Whenever my phone vibrates, I look at the screen with anticipation, hoping that the message, that Snapchat, is from you.
By Louise Pemble8 years ago in Poets
It takes darkness to see the stars. When I get lost and can't see through the pain All I want to do is scream your name I feel so numb
By Natascha Dennee8 years ago in Poets
His mouth is like a fist. Beating into me His harsh words. Leaving his mark on My heart and mind. I am like the prisoner,
By Angela Bullard8 years ago in Poets
I keep pretending every day, I keep promising myself it's the last sad day, I keep interacting as if nothing is happening around me,
By Aqsa Irfan8 years ago in Poets
Why you wore armor made of polished stones? I’ll never ask. Why it resembled chains is another notion I’ll never bother you for.
By Sydney Pomrening8 years ago in Poets
