They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
empty A dry, flat space Full of nothing Full of time Time to waste Time to lose Do you want to point out your nothingness like a new shiny accomplishment?
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
In the depths of his mind, a young boy hides Beneath the surface of his smile, a broken heart resides his eyes, once bright with laughter and delight Now reflect a gloomy, melancholic sight
By kamran Iqbal4 years ago in Poets
Inevitable End Death, a darkness that engulfs us all, A silent specter waiting for its call. It comes for the young and the old,
By Dhinesh kumar.P4 years ago in Poets
Empty Spaces There are places in my heart, That echo with a hollow sound. Where love once bloomed, now torn apart, Leaving nothing but emptiness all around.
"The Weaver" The weaver sits at her loom, Weaving a tapestry of life's bloom, A masterpiece of color and hue, A reflection of all that's true.
By Moiz4 years ago in Poets
Friendship is a blessing, A gift from above, It fills our hearts with joy And brings us so much love. It gives us someone to talk to,
By Musfirah Kashif4 years ago in Poets
Good morning my dear, now please don’t despair I’ve kept to myself something now I must share The vault of my memory was raided this year
By Earl W. Pearl4 years ago in Poets
Caring Carla collapsed crying Curt, crisp, curdling Come, Carla, come Callback calm cadence Carefully catch color Craving candy comfortingly
By KiKi Walter4 years ago in Poets
My heart’s been..scratched out, broken, injured, fucked up, hurt, and had no pain relief. Without your sodium, I just can’t eat, food’s not the same for me.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
hop Candles were burning. A gentle breeze was blowing.!! When you see the wind 'Peace' the first candle' Alas the wind blows. I will turn off
By Nandakumar sekar4 years ago in Poets
Each day comes and goes with its own trouble. Each day fails to revive me, cursing me double. Men and woman alike are stuck in its path.
By J. K. Anderson4 years ago in Poets
Pain is a weight we all must bear A burden that's heavy, hard to share It drags us down, makes us feel weak And leaves us struggling, unable to speak
By SCRIBBLE SPHERE4 years ago in Poets
