They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In shadows deep, a tale unfolds, Where trust is shattered, secrets untold. A traitor's dance, a symphony of lies, In Morgan Freeman's style, let truth arise.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
I still remember all those moments, We laughed together, we cried together, we passed the hardest moments together but I’ll always remember the best ones.
By Muhammad Junaid3 years ago in Poets
In the chambers of the heart, echoes reside, Whispers of regret, a solemn guide. Moments lost, chances slipped away, Lessons learned in hindsight's piercing ray.
By jiadhh3 years ago in Poets
In the tapestry of time, shadows unfold, A chronicle of ages, stories untold. In ancient whispers, secrets reside, The past's symphony, forever beside.
I think of death in these moments that stretch across the ages in the gray night after sunset. I came to this boating industry with oars but all I got was paper boat.
By Thilakraj3 years ago in Poets
That I expand the pain I keep in my heart, Listen friends and understand that I love someone. That my heart is scared, I admit it,
By M. Shoaib3 years ago in Poets
Eyes meet, a connection forms, Breaking all the norms, Brewing minor storms, Feeling conforms, Reforms. Mouths open, teases and talks,
By Bhumika B.V.3 years ago in Poets
We knew it would take time Brick by brick we built it together Some days, more effort from me Other days, more effort from you
By Sandra Blandon3 years ago in Poets
First red flag – you weren’t a cat person. Why not? Cats are great. They all have different personalities. Demand respect.
By Stephanie Maldonado3 years ago in Poets
The sky is velvet midnight, And the stars twinkle, It's a pretty sight. We're lying on the ground, Staring at each other without
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Cool glasses, cool shades Big muscles, nice face, Trendy Style? Throw it away! You won't impress me with your grace! A millionaire, or Billionaire,
In ball's chase, our spirits soar, Paws a-pounding, hearts wanting more. The fetching game, a dog's pure glee, But for you, my master, it's therapy.
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
