They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Cower before me You infernal machine See all I have created Worlds, both loved and hated They feed you words But you are our scourge
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
You might be direct, but you have never been consistent, except perhaps that I could depend on that piece in our interactions.
By Sarah Lenn3 years ago in Poets
Love poems inspired by the Short & Sweet challenge (though I'm inelligible). Dedicated to R. Angeli, a master of musical variations, prose poems, and sonnet forms, both old & new.
By Halston Williams3 years ago in Poets
I wait all day long for the sun to go down For the light to subdue, go dark and quiet So I can lay my head down And go to sleep
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior3 years ago in Poets
Last flower of Latium, uncultivated and beautiful, You are, at the same time, splendor and grave: Native gold, which in impure denim
By MecAsaf3 years ago in Poets
To the heart that suffers, separated Of yours, in exile where I see myself crying, Simple and sacred affection is not enough
You were the best kiss of my life, or maybe the worst... Glory and torment, with you to the light I ascended from the firmament,
They don't know that the dream it's a constant of life so concrete and definite like anything else, like this gray stone
The grandson: Grandma, why don't you have teeth? Why are you praying alone? And trembles, like the sick When do they have a fever, grandma?
this sweet tragedie of death my loveliest of forlorn ones they’ll weep no more those eyes like sad fountains nor thine eyelids flutter as
“In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken hearted” - Poe
I think of days long ago —when we sat under trees in an old cemetery ( or was it by the banks of Illissus? ) where shade and stones cooled our bodies
