heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
An empty house.
You must have heard this saying that houses are mere walls of bricks which is complimented by people and feelings for it to become a home. Ohh I truly agree , homes reflect peace and happiness and comfort . A place where you are provided with warmth and most importantly a place where you feel loved and heard. A very beautiful tale I hold within that I would like to share - there was this girl and boy who met each other on a random day somewhere and ohh my angel's sake they fell in love and in sometime decided that wanted to build a home of their own . They made it with lots of emotions and decorated it with moments. In the process of making the boy brought safety and assurance while the girl brought lots of love and peace. and when the house was done building they claimed it their home . The home had lots of rooms in one room they locked away their thinking processes which were dangerously different and in one room they kept memories of the first meeting and their first conversation. In another room love resided, lots of love . I won't say all days were sweet like sugar somedays when the room of ideologies was unlocked they would fight and debate but how does it even matter, at the end they had each other to look at and smile.
By shireen naaz3 years ago in Poets
Revelations of the Heart.. Content Warning.
In the depths of my soul, where secrets reside, I find solace in this confessional stride. I lay bare my burdens, my sorrows unmasked, Through verses I share, my pain is surpassed. In the corners of my mind, dark shadows creep, Memories that haunt me, nights filled with no sleep. The scars etched upon my heart, a silent strife, In this confessional poem, I seek a new life. Each line I confess, a piece of my truth, A cathartic release, like a phoenix from the soot. The weight of my sorrows, I cannot deny, But through these words, my spirit learns to fly. This poem is a mirror, reflecting my core, Unveiling the struggles I've faced and endured. In the rhythm and rhyme, I find my reprieve, An intimate sanctuary, where my soul can breathe. So let these words speak, my confessions untold, As I navigate the emotions that unfold. For in this confessional poetry's embrace, I find solace and healing, a sacred space.
By Chandrasekhar3 years ago in Poets
Love and Hate
I lie, you know. You won, I lost. I stay, you go. But at what cost? I call, no ring. Hear you, not you To me, you sing. Each word less true. Try not to cry. You said to me It's a good bye, Not what I see Inks blot my view No fake joy here. You left this skew. Don’t shed a tear. You saw me pour, For me and I. I left you poor And your cup dry. Sad it's too late. Not much to say But damn this fate. We walk away. But from this ex, Pity new one He will be next When you are done.
By Tales from a Madman3 years ago in Poets
