heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
What if we can't speak?
What if we can't speak? we feel pain too Now we see all this happening and think That in this beautiful world there is a beast like human. What if we can't speak? we feel pain too I thought that God could not make us humans. We together with Insa will create a beautiful Will definitely build a relationship. But how did we know that humans Will make this beautiful relationship our own meaning too And after seeing this human cruelty, we are compared to God. You won't make yourself a human being but something else. What if we can't speak? we feel pain too.
America, I Am
I have come from abduction,Was attacked-My country's compensation is in-store credit.ordered back into bankruptcy It's me and my trophy wife.Passing as some kind of dream.
bishnu prasadPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsWomen in labor
women who lie alone at midnight Because there's no one else to lie to. women who lie alone at midnight at the laundromat in the afternoon
bishnu prasadPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsBlessed Are the Makers
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
Atomic HistorianPublished about 8 hours ago in Poets(A Dream) He Thinks, Holding Her For The First Time
Amber, That I take you here and now The wind will carry my deeds elsewhere, Whether greed or equity won; And prize could be phthisis.
Christian LeePublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsSynchrony
Behead the conscious wrath obligated to scatter destruction! I believe evil must be punished, but that means I'm first in
The Ephemerality Of Beauty
The visceral fear of my evanescence the vast fleetingness of my being Have grown with me through adolescence my unending need to be seen
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsThe Dagger of Deceit
Your love, a rose, its fragrance filled the air, But hidden thorns, a truth I could not bear. Sweet whispers laced with venom, sharp and cold,
Rajesh Kumar GiriPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsA Better Me
I set out to be A better me A version I see Who has all the keys, -- Who knows what to say And is always okay And can carry the weight
Benjamin KibbeyPublished a day ago in PoetsThe unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsHer Love Killed Me
In the shadows of her love, I found my end, A bittersweet tale, impossible to mend. Her whispers were like poison in my ear,
Border Wisdom
Border Wisdom Line IntelligenceThe world isn't as terrible as us. neighbors, I made that day like this:We have seen more terrible days than this.
bishnu prasadPublished a day ago in Poets