They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
It was the time, when my mother was so young and energetic lady, doing her duty in middle school as teacher. And then one day she felt some pain in her tummy, we all thought it was nothing but a normal pain. But that pain was actully something we all fear of.
By Aamir 4 years ago in Poets
A young lady doesn't put on a show She hides her feelings. She hides her glow She smiles and nods gently to let the world know
By Katherine Dockery4 years ago in Poets
The small drops Falling from the sky Those with the cold air To the cold heart I can feel the rain Heart breaks and the fear
By anny warner4 years ago in Poets
Dear Haris, My dearest friend, I write to you today, To share my thoughts in this heartfelt way. We've been through much, you and I,
By Shams Ul Qammar4 years ago in Poets
A hope's ability: The dawn chorus of hope is a bird A strong message and a charming tune. The darkest of days are made brighter by it, and it also helps us navigate the complicated paths of life.
By sharmi4 years ago in Poets
Today, I remind myself I don’t have to be in the ‘mood’ to write To write I can pour out my Musings to the Page, which (as long as I
By Bex Jordan4 years ago in Poets
Babies grow (they were my “push presents” in the 80's). Time goes on Days into years. - Constant yelps and demands Turn into (sometimes) calls and (sometimes) cards
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Poets
I heard you come in some time after midnight At first I thought, the wind But I keep all of my windows closed So nothing can get in
By Aphotic4 years ago in Poets
When the money is extremely tight And you're struggling for a delicious bite Windy pie, airy pudding Bread and cheese, no cooking
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Poets
I treasured the honor and honored the trade This wonderful game that we play Revering the greats for the progress they made
By Earl W. Pearl4 years ago in Poets
There once was a woman who had one very hairy leg She sat in the middle of town and started to beg I need a razor or wax strip, she said
There once was a woman with a fractured tit She moaned and groaned, but the pain wouldn't quit Her baby remained in place
