They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
OH! CHEAT You cheat me with your eyes, A lie so well disguised. You smile and say you love me, But your heart is far above me.
By Teresa Leyva 3 years ago in Poets
Yossarian Lives! Gets in to get out to get... What's the catch, doctor? Wise words Another Book Review Haiku... I seem to be on a World War Two kick now...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
putting empty words on a blank page sounds like a broken silence — echoing over and over again in your mind as you decide against them
By muhammad ilyas haider3 years ago in Poets
In this fake world, where masks conceal the soul, We traverse streets with hidden dreams in tow. A masquerade of faces, smiles painted bright,
By Areeha faisal3 years ago in Poets
In the shadows, truth lies concealed. Silent whispers hold the key revealed. Time's flow, an eternal dance, Leaves memories in life's expanse.
By Shiran Pallewatta3 years ago in Poets
All my dreams are tainted By your death Even when I'm dreaming of you You're not there When I wake up Even when I'm not dreaming of you
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Waves crash upon the shores of my despair, As life grows harder, my mind is entwined in delusion’s snare, Digging deeper, seeking truths profound,
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
I could throw you under the bus, And light fire to every memory, But I ain’t that kinda person, That’s why your parents still friends with me,
By Adair Sigurdson3 years ago in Poets
When shadows loom and hope seems faint, Remember this, with no restraint, The journey's tough, the path is long, Yet deep within, a spirit strong.
By Kuric Adem3 years ago in Poets
Where is the off switch? You'd think it'd be obvious It's not in the instructions It's not in the illustrations Where is the off switch?
In the quiet dawn of the week's embrace, Monday arises with a gentle grace. A fresh canvas painted with hues so soft, A tranquil day, though oft misunderstood aloft.
Within these hollow, somber walls, Where shadows linger and darkness falls, A broken soul, a wounded art, In echoes of pain, my world does start.
By Raj vellaisamy3 years ago in Poets
