Tags : loss

Hope (Higher Power)

Hope (Higher Power)

A Poem by breakthebrokenone


All I can ask is that you are watching over me and keeping me safe with a Higher Powerand guiding me down the straighter pathwhere the treesare sparse..
Passing Feelings

Passing Feelings

A Poem by breakthebrokenone


Written in lieu of death
Dancing in Brazil - Poem #28

Dancing in Brazil - Poem #28

A Poem by toritto


I am satisfied with my daily bread a pinch of salt a cup o’joe a little touch of you at night. A sweet dream while drifting on sleep&rsquo..
Forsaken - Poem #29

Forsaken - Poem #29

A Poem by toritto


Sit not in your darkened room alone and brooding feeling forsaken by the Fates the sounds of the living rising from the streets. Mourn not useless..
Warmth

Warmth

A Story by Hugo J Allen


He’d been awfully agitated at first, but not anymore. A terrible dread had taken hold from the moment he’d started auguring that a muggy..
The Last Time I Seen You

The Last Time I Seen You

A Poem by Royce


More of a memory than anything else, but I like it.
Changed

Changed

A Poem by Ally Ann


Who was I before pain changed me?
Too Young to Feel This Old

Too Young to Feel This Old

A Poem by Ally Ann


How do I feel so old when I am still so young?
Disturbed

Disturbed

A Poem by Reimyth


A short poem, depressing and sad.
Innocence

Innocence

A Poem by Reimyth


Poem about Innocence
Insatiable

Insatiable

A Poem by Dominik D. Ravens


Once a love is lost, it is hard to love again.
Sun City - Poem #45

Sun City - Poem #45

A Poem by toritto


In dreams I walk in furrows of deep crusted snow with you where once we walked in slow motion Autumn amongst nodding twigs and leaves of ma..
Caged

Caged

A Poem by Ally Ann


let yourself out of your cage
Winged Victory - Poem #49

Winged Victory - Poem #49

A Poem by toritto


The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still,..
Spanish Wood - Poem #50

Spanish Wood - Poem #50

A Poem by toritto


Memories of furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else now lives and loves, the house and all it’s walls embracing strange..
Shell  Shock

Shell Shock

A Poem by Gee


No PTSD back then..
The Sun Will Rise

The Sun Will Rise

A Poem by Ally Ann


Even at your lowest point, the sun will always rise again
If Poetry Could Raise The Dead - Poem #60

If Poetry Could Raise The Dead - Poem #60

A Poem by toritto


If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers who would rise, young and filled with wo..