heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
All That Is Left
My heart it is breaking piece by piece, soon nothing shall remain. The hours grow smaller as the terror within grows larger, is any hope left? Sanity is merely feigned as the thought lose control, is this still my own mind? Hope slowly withers and die, nothing can be saved. Faith in a brighter tomorrow disappears in air, as if it never were there. Health is failing as the coldness deep within grows. Thoughts unwanted claw their way into one's mind twisting it, Life is now on the line as the words slowly learn they alone cannot win. Actions cannot stop, cannot prevent, doomed to fail. The warmth once held loses to the ice of being left behind. All that is lost may never truly be regained try as one may. The tears fought so hard fall freely as if there were no resistance. Soon all that will be left is a shallow husk of what once was a beautiful love.
By Dakota Harper8 years ago in Poets
Murder
You turn on your television and there you see crime scenes, autopsy reports, 48 hours of a manhunt. But no one gets to see us. You don't see me. News stations swarm us until "justice" is served, but then we are left to stay silent in our pain because it is for some very strange reason not talked about. Something many people don't understand is that homicide victims, like the warriors such as my brother Joshua, who held his hat in his hands and bowed his head to pray before he was shot multiple times to his very death, or their killers. They aren't the only ones that you all should be seeing. I am a homicide victim. The pain Joshua felt in his heart as he clung his hat to his chest has now been given to me, to each and every single one of my family members and friends who are each still suffering and surviving in our own painful way. There is no recovering from murder. There is only surviving your new life without your loved one who died in such an unexpected, horrific manner. People find murder so intriguing... until it smacks you straight in your face and kicks you in your gut, you then come to realize that murder doesn't only happen on your TV screen. It comes like a ghost in the night and it takes you away. It steals all of your happiness and it stays.
By Bre'anna Snapp8 years ago in Poets
If You Had
It all changed so fast, barley had time to react. Going from the way you held me, to walking out like that. There's still 2 indents on my bed from where you and I had slept. And there's still a pile of clothes on the floor, but sadly yours aren't there anymore. And my skin's still soft, but your hands are in the pockets of your jeans instead of all over me.
By R.K. James8 years ago in Poets
