heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
at night we watch classic comedy
He laughs and I see him how he was when I was small when I was clever and knew to make him smile; I was happy to be like him in any way at all.
TheSpinstressPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHeartbeat
Heartbeat slow down, for fear you will beat out of my chest; for fear you will tear away at my facade; for fear you will
Alexandria StanwyckPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLove, Untimely
But, for love be not contrite Dare I, to do it all again Be the Icarus in your sunlight * Your warm embrace I find delight
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsMind Struck
Because of unresolved childhood trauma, I come to this awful realization That I have crippling insomnia. The mind stirs up so much drama,
Sid Aaron HirjiPublished 4 months ago in PoetsRewriting The Story
it's like ice, she said the contents of my heart shaded in black, but filled in with red * tattered are the corners, jagged the edge
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in PoetsBetrayed by my manhood
Bedwetter in my childhood Porn addict in my adulthood Betrayed by my manhood * Thanks for reading!
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSad Madness
First is sadness A heart falling Then comes madness ——— Where is gladness? It's life stalling First is sadness
Judah LoVatoPublished 4 months ago in PoetsWhere have all the children gone
The creeking silence of age, Echoes through the streets, Sounds like old wooden floors, Under heavy feet... ~ All of the children once running around.
Sunlight on your Smile
Your smile, a sunrise on my face, Chases shadows, fills with grace. Eyes like pools of summer sky, Reflecting dreams that never die.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTiny Fingers, Giant Heart
Tiny fingers grip my hand, Eyes that shine, a wonderland. Sleepy sighs and milk-stained chin, My giant heart, held safe within.
Sunil KushwahaPublished 4 months ago in PoetsUnable to Forget
A lost year for sure. Not for growth, for knowledge, for perseverance. Not for understanding complexity, or existentialist concepts.
Justin HigginsPublished 4 months ago in Poetsthe want you had for me
Oh how I want the want you had for me to be the want you have for me. Oh how I need the need you had for me to be the need
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in Poets