They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
it's you not me. well maybe it's me, cos I've seen a lot of you for my part, it's been clean, bright and light, The parts of you I've seen.
By AZIAKPONO OVWEDE3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of life's mysterious embrace, There lies a tapestry woven with grace, Where patience dances, love takes its place,
By Karly Cola3 years ago in Poets
my family lives far really it's me that lives far they are over there . . . [5/28/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
WHAT THE F*CK is LOVE anyway? seems to me like it doesn't even exist.. People just toss the word around as if it never had a meaning...
By Cheyenne3 years ago in Poets
In a world where emotions remained concealed, There lived a boy whose heart refused to yield. He wore a mask of strength, his sorrows untold, But his compassion ran deep, a heart of pure gold.
By Fateen Khan3 years ago in Poets
Possibilities✨ The wind in my hair even when I'm inside The feeling of comfort not willing to die Laughter never dieing on my tongue
By Ebehireme Masade3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of light and dreams, where visions dance, I tread upon a path, my heart entranced. The topic at hand, a memory profound,
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the stillness of a somber day, A single raindrop descends on its way, From clouds above, it gracefully falls, In nature's symphony, its voice calls.
In the depths of sorrow, where shadows reside, A journey unfolds, where emotions collide. Loss leaves its mark, a wound deep and sore,
By Hanna Nelson3 years ago in Poets
Within me dwells an insidious presence, A toxic friendship, casting shadows dense. Once filled with laughter and secrets shared,
By Luna Write3 years ago in Poets
Emotion—the vibrant thread that weaves the fabric of our humanity. It's what makes us truly alive, connecting us to the depths of our being. Emotions have the power to inspire, to heal, and to ignite a fire within us. They are the colors that paint the canvas of our lives.
By Teay3 years ago in Poets
For nobody knows what comes next Alive or not, no one knows the hour to come The path chosen determines it all A path that is to be read
By Muhammed Ahmed Imran3 years ago in Poets
