heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Blink Twice
Give and take Sadly, madly Receive, deceive Love and war Chanting, panting Room spinning, It winning Again and Again and
Colleen WaltersPublished about 7 hours ago in Poetsminefield of your happiness
you threw me into minefield of your happiness our history burnt
My Name Is Not CypressPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsThe lies you told
In a well web of deceit, your lies took flight, A tangled web of falsehoods, you played your role well. With empty unfulfilled promises, you painted your deceitful art,
Alecia HarriottPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsThe Burden of Not Being Yourself
The flow of life brings all kinds of disasters Lifestyle with a thousand faces has come Having nothing in common breeds trouble
Emil IndarwPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsWednesday's Tilt
Will Wednesday equal moments to my death What holds longer Destiny or days of tomorrow Will a conscience rise Or such a thing a surprise to knowing
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsWednesday's Tilt
Will Wednesday equal moments to my death What holds longer Destiny or days of tomorrow Will a conscience rise Or such a thing a surprise to knowing
Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle AuthorPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsHow Low’s Too Low
Every morning she wakes feeling she lives at the bottom of her world, Determined to rise a level within the daylight hours,
Colleen MillsteedPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsScars to Sunsets
You turned my scars to sunsets so much so that they healed Do you not believe me yet When I tell you This is how I feel?
Frankie MartinelliPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsElegy of the Northern Lights
Like the aurora borealis, a ghostly gleam, Their love once shone, a fleeting dream. In twilight's embrace, they found delight,
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 20 hours ago in Poets