They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
“No, not this again. You’re wrong and you don’t care. I’m done.” // “Fighting, you can’t win, ' so you just quit. When
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
It often feels like yesterday, Yet today; it has felt like an eternity, since you were by my side. I tried to speak your name again recently…
By Tommy Ballard3 years ago in Poets
My instincts scream danger, so I walk right in. Colourblind myself - let the games begin. My conscience protests but you silence the din,
By TheSpinstress 3 years ago in Poets
We think we know our son very well; we know him best; we know his soul. We believe from the core of our heart that; he is excessively acquainted. But, so unfortunately, he is drastically unknown to us. In some time it seems he very familiar to us, but time flows and he appears to be just unfamiliar to us. After the end of all the sufferings when we think that we have anchored in the shore of the river of hope just then the stones under the river breaks the boat of our life. And just then ribs of our heart bewail loudly.
By som3 years ago in Poets
Dear Grandpa, ~ I cleared out your clothes today. I saw your favorite shirt, And your favorite grey wooly jumper, You always used to wear in winter.
By Kodah3 years ago in Poets
In the amber glow of sunset's sigh, Stands a barn, weathered 'neath the sky. A timeworn relic, echoes of yore, A sanctuary my grandmother bore.
By BrendonJoseph3 years ago in Poets
In the quiet interludes of mundane days, A whisper of peculiarity gently sways. A quirk, unbidden, in the mind's terrain,
The ocean swells around me Threatening to sweep me away Yet promising to save me at the same time It’s mysterious essence
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Poets
tossed-up between two impossibilities I threw in the towel when it’s all so unpredictable and there is no way to go when I shook hands on the new deal
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Poets
The midnight moon begins to weep, The darkness calling in mournful song, A fate of lovers called to tryst amongst the briar heap.
By Rachael MacDonald3 years ago in Poets
