heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Vincent Van Gogh
Vincent van Gogh, in full Vincent Willem van Gogh, (born March 30, 1853, Zundert, Netherlands—died July 29, 1890, Auvers-sur-Oise, near Paris, France), Dutch painter, generally considered the greatest after Rembrandt van Rijn, and one of the greatest of the Post-Impressionists. The striking colour, emphatic brushwork, and contoured forms of his work powerfully influenced the current of Expressionism in modern art. Van Gogh’s art became astoundingly popular after his death, especially in the late 20th century, when his work sold for record-breaking sums at auctions around the world and was featured in blockbuster touring exhibitions. In part because of his extensive published letters, van Gogh has also been mythologized in the popular imagination as the quintessential tortured artist.
By Subhan Wilde4 years ago in Poets
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath, pseudonym Victoria Lucas, (born October 27, 1932, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.—died February 11, 1963, London, England), American poet whose best-known works, such as the poems “Daddy” and “Lady Lazarus” and the novel The Bell Jar, starkly express a sense of alienation and self-destruction closely tied to her personal experiences and, by extension, the situation of women in mid-20th-century America.
By Subhan Wilde4 years ago in Poets
THE LITTLE PRINCESS
A beautiful little girl was holding two apples in her hands. Her mother came there and said, you have two apples, give me one. The little girl looked at her mother for a second, then immediately bit into the dung apple. Then she immediately bit the second apple. The smile on her mother's face froze. She was unable to express her disappointment. Immediately the little girl said to her mother, 'Mom, this apple is sweet, take it'.
By Nandakumar sekar4 years ago in Poets
The Whispers of Our Heart
Whispers of Our HeartsThe whispers of our hearts,Like a symphony of pain,Echoing in the silence,A melody so insane.Our love story began,On a warm summer's day,When our eyes first met,In the most romantic way.I still remember,The way our hearts beat as one,A rhythm of love and passion,That never could be undone.Our love was like a dream,So pure and so divine,But little did we know,That it was only a matter of time.Time passed us by,As it tends to do,And life's twists and turns,Slowly came into view.We held onto our love,With all the strength we had,But the world seemed to conspire,To make our love tasteless.We tried to fight it,With all that we could,But the whispers of our hearts,Told a different story, understood.The whispers grew louder,With each passing day,Telling us that our love,Was slowly fading away.We tried to rekindle,The flame that once burned so bright,But the whispers of our hearts,Only whispered of a bitter fight.We held onto our love,With all the strength we had,But the whispers of our hearts,Left us feeling sad.Our love story, now a memory,Of a love that once shone so bright,The whispers of our hearts,Now only a painful plight.But I still hear those whispers,Echoing in the silence,A melody of love and pain,A song of our lost romance.And as I look back,On the love that we once had,I know that the whispers of our hearts,Will never truly be sad.For they remind me,Of a love that was so true,And though it may be gone,It will always be a part of me and you.So I'll cherish those whispers,And the memories they bring,Of a love that was once so beautiful,And the joy it used to bring.
By Vivid Masonganyika4 years ago in Poets
