heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Thirteen Roses
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 You gave meaning to my life. Did you feel any pain? Afraid I have to say goodbye. Need to walk you again.
Nathan HarkerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Year 2023
I had high hopes for you and I back at the start, But I’m sad to say I’ll now be more than happy to part, My eyes on the future with a heart full of hope,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe End of Peace
We have abandoned peace. I wish I could say it was lost, misplaced atop a mantlepiece. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lizzy RosePublished 4 months ago in PoetsSilence at night, Silence at morning
failure, mistakes regular bedfellows depression, anxiety constant companions silence at night contemplative, reflective
Paul StewartPublished 4 months ago in PoetsSuffering Remains
Pain! It’s ingrained in my soul Written in my past Visible in my future Pain created hope so that it could never die
The MadmanPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEchoes of Maternal Love
A Mother Unknown In days of old, when tales were told And legends lived and breathed, There was a mother, her story untold,
Kageno HoshinoPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHappy Birthdeath
An old candle embraces that goodbye from the future In my summer, uncertain paths open up Old banalities Lost time is a bewildered love
The Love That Truly Stayed
Beyond many unfulfilled past connections, withstood a burdening leftover of heartaches waiting to be whole before reaching several daunting sources.
Valerie LylesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsChristmas Reminds Me Of You
Amidst the twinkling lights, this Christmas arrives, A bittersweet echo, as my heart quietly cries. It's the first without Dad, his presence now gone,
With Rain Comes Storms
Gray Skies and Cold Nights With Rain Comes Storms. Meditating In The Sky, Looking Down From High Heights With Rain Comes Storms.
Josh MorganPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDawn of the Undead
If we weren’t dead, we’d tell you that there won’t be any more bloodshed. But when it gets dark, we wanna chase you around.
Nathan HarkerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLeft Out
Children see life through the eyes of complete and total innocence. Innocence; through the eye; developing a sense of how they'd see themselves in the future.