unrequited stuffs
Tag: loss
The Other End Of Sorrow
Hi. Surfacing for air.
Wanderers
How many dreams do you cross to get to me?
What Lies Beneath
All hail sorrow
A Tide’s Breath Apart
Welp. Don't know how I got included in this awesome line-up but get your tissue ready...
Hold
Continents are pulling to get away
Don’t Die
He needs the world but I only need him freestyle rhyme
Where
You don't have to keep searching, you don't have to keep hurting
Gap
Rhyming poetry + cat photos (meet Annie)!
The Lows
A modern-day rhyme
Daze
I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)
How To Stop Loving You
This is how to stop loving you
Visit Me At The Cemetery
Will you visit me at the cemetery
Vines
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
Corridors
What are dreams but avenues of despair
White Dwarf
There's a dim dot glowing...
Trigger
A poem about how he destroyed his greatest love of all (and yet love survived)
The End
The light is going out, the light is gone
Over Bid
I told him I loved him and then I failed to exist....
Croon
Crooning for his love...
Ink and Tears
A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude
I Still Remember
Words are forever and so is love
Spell
If only love were blind....
Safehouse
He left me high and dry
Regolith
The Moon and I have an alibi, you are the reason we cry.
Graveyard
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Pondering
Poetry
Come Back
MOOD
Identity
Just a little poem about ego
50 Word Short Story Poetry
A short story / 50 word poem *Possible trigger warning*
Cold Front
I wasn't prepared for winter
Feathers
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
Exiled
Banished from his heart
Eyes Open
*sigh* seething
Narrow Views
We haven't learned a thing...
Aftermath
A micropoem about regret and anger
Fingertips
If only fingers were used for healing...
Ghosting
Boo
Drowning
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
Tomb
A micropoem by poet POEETERNAL
An Ode To Dawn
I lost my best friend to suicide. I write of her from time to time. But she's always on my mind.
Last Rites
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow
WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.
