heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Friend Of Myself Is My Only Friend
Liquid courage from my can of bliss slows down my thoughts, Heightened hippocampus from my cannabis reveals mysteries, Accepted that a friend was against me, and it had me distraught,
Asea B MoorePublished 4 months ago in PoetsBrewed Delima
In the stormy night, a cup in hand I hold, A mocha frappuccino, tempting fate, The moment life's trajectory was told.
Becky AllredPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLet the Poor and Downtrodden Sing!
Hear hear, let the poor and downtrodden sing The song of their captivity to poverty Full of woe for what tomorrow will bring
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Runner-Up in Villanelle Challenge
Broken
I did not want to reach this part, To watch you turn your gaze away, Where nothing soothes my fractured heart. * You sought to see me at the start,
Hannah MoorePublished 4 months ago in Poets A Chronicle Of Invisible Challenge Battles
In the quiet dawning of a chronic morn, When shadows linger and hope seems torn, A body, weary, in the weight of strife,
the day
you will wake up and close your eyes again just because you can. you will wonder if your heart is beating because you barely
On what could have been said
Lingering on each moment, On what could have been said, Or unsaid. If it were meant to be, It would have been. But if it couldn’t have been,
E.B. MahoneyPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBrothers in heartbreak
I understand the pain Like your soul concentrated traveling through your veins. But brother, let me explain I too loved her
G. A. BoteroPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - December 2023
My Late Father
My father was always late I’d sit sadly sulking on the stairs, and trying not to shed a tear He was always worth the wait
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 4 months ago in Poets My one true home is far away…
My one true home is far away I escaped that place as I cried, “Home’s not always where you stay”… • I dream of where I used to play,
Alexis Dean Jr.Published 4 months ago in PoetsCreate your own Miracle and Happiness
We stand by mistletoe… Should we kiss or go? Should we hold on to tradition, that was created long before? Which keeps Christmas spirit alive and living today..
Wings of Love
A spiritual message of love from heaven above. From a Cardinal so bright. A whisper of parental love. To stay the course when life is a labor of love.