They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
In your eyes I see the stars, In your touch I feel the fire, In your kiss I taste the sweetest nectar, In your love I find my heart's desire.
By Promod Kumar S4 years ago in Poets
Memories fade, moments stay. As your hands brush my face in the rain. I remember the moment, our moment. Stealing glances from across the room.
By Isabella Walker4 years ago in Poets
I’m shaking because I just saw you I was walking around with the hope that I would maybe we would cross paths, And it happened
What hurts, you ask? ... Somewhere inside, a lost self lingers, waiting, Exhausted and alone, the battle-weary warrior, Until yesterday, when I encountered amidst the ash of torched dreams,
By PJ Jackelman4 years ago in Poets
Her eyes caught his across the room Every part of his heart began to bloom But as she broke her gaze And the next song played
By Alyssa Jones4 years ago in Poets
Life can be quite absurd, it's true, Throwing curveballs at me and at you, One minute we're up, Then we're down in a slump,
By Gurulathan S4 years ago in Poets
My socks were skittish going into the dryer- That sketchy bastard always conspires To covertly devour one of the pair Leaving the solemate in despair…
By Kristen Balyeat4 years ago in Poets
And neigh like Boanerges — Then — punctual as a Star Stop — docile and omnipotent At its own stable door — These lines are from a poem by Emily Dickinson titled "I taste a liquor never brewed." The poem describes the speaker's experience of being intoxicated, and the lines you have quoted suggest that the speaker feels as if they are riding a horse that is neighing loudly and powerfully like Boanerges, a biblical name meaning "son of thunder."
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
Flowing silks and bright hues, Twirling skirts and embroidered shoes, Hanbok dance with rainbow grace, Korean culture, a vibrant embrace.
By Iulian Stredie4 years ago in Poets
I’ve longed to love one who is dead, but I don’t want to die. It breaks my heart and makes me sad with no more tears to cry.
By Desmond Razzano4 years ago in Poets
Tears of joy and sorrow, both flow from the same well, born from the deepest parts of us, where the heart and soul do dwell.
By VocalVibes4 years ago in Poets
We fight in wars, we fight and there’s no winner Can’t we just sit back, relax and eat dinner? Stifled by greed, that makes us point missiles
By Mo Darasi4 years ago in Poets
