heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Quiet
Oh how I hate the quiet. It's not peaceful at all. It's completely menacing. The stillness wreaks havoc on my bones, knowing I'm left alone; to think, to ponder, to reflect to wonder. The quiet is good to those who have victory with closure. The quiet is patient and kind to those whose emotions are conquered and triumphed.
By Karimah Crocker8 years ago in Poets
Memories
As memories of you flood my brain like the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, I sit here and wonder what could have been. As memories of you fill my head like you fill the gas tank on a car, I think about all those 20-minute drives I took just to see you and be in your presence.
By Gabrielle Washington8 years ago in Poets











