They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
For my lunch I got some soup, But right when I lifted my heavy spoon, The veggies decided they wanted to play, And jumped on me with no delay;
By M.J. Carlock4 years ago in Poets
I love reading books, I can read all day. That’s nice to hear, but do you ever play? Of course, mind games. Others play too, I won’t take names.
By Muhammad Bayazeed4 years ago in Poets
Everything's always screaming Often with no reason Yet we also live in quiet What a riot, Welcoming in a new season.
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro4 years ago in Poets
Amidst the chaos of life's demands, I seek a refuge, a peaceful land. A place where expectations fade, And my inner voice can be heard unafraid.
By Upasana Khatri4 years ago in Poets
There once was a man with no hat Who lived on the moon with a cat Each day he would wish For a bucket of fish And the cat would say ‘Amen to that!’
By Cal Zam4 years ago in Poets
We all want what's already taken, Thought by now we'd see the pain in the making. We can't appreciate what we have, It's enough to drive a goddess mad.
all my nightmares left their playgrounds in the dark to shadow dance in the light and I was left silver lining fishing for you in the sea of uncertainty in spite
By R.C. Taylor4 years ago in Poets
I took a bite of pizza so fine And thought it would be forever mine But then came the twist It didn't exist I woke up, it was all in my mind!
By M Dannenfelser4 years ago in Poets
The women entrust the care of their children to another, So they can watch the child of a different mother. For doing this swap, they get money,
A fellow once dined on a slice, Of pizza, he thought it quite nice, But a sly twist of fate, Changed the course of his plate, 'Twas pineapple topping, his vice!
Spending more on excess to throw it out, Others starving, wondering what this is about. Greed enveloping our minds and hearts,
I’ve held my own through disarray and organized chaos. And I have learned: Anybody can betray us. I’ve been through endless boxes filled with nothing - or your everything.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro4 years ago in Poets
