They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Love is the power that moves the world, A force that touches every heart, A flame that burns with warmth untold, And never once doth it depart.
By VocalVibes4 years ago in Poets
To fit its Ribs And crawl between Complaining all the while In horrid — hooting stanza — Then chase itself down Hill — 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 crawling between the ribs of the landscape, "complaining all the while."
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
On the edge of a dream, I happen to watch over you while you sleep. Listen to me, Let me speak to you within your dreams.
By Chloe Unfiltered4 years ago in Poets
You broke me first Shattered Falling from above Crashing onto the ground Fragments of our memories, Specks of regret Piles of sacrifice
By Tasmia4 years ago in Poets
Fire burning fierce and strong Crackling, sizzling sounds all night long The air outside feeling fresh and light Stars above shining bright
By JenniferB4 years ago in Poets
The infinite in the finite, or the presence of the infinite in the finite, is a complex but fascinating concept. Essentially, it refers to the ability of our material world to contain something transcendent and immaterial.
By Alexa4 years ago in Poets
You only live once, they all say. We could go any single way. So, let's chase our lies, And give up with cries of, ''I promise to do that some day...''
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Poets
perceiving me from your point of view has poisoned me, and made me weary i’ve decided to discredit you you are no longer my judge, nor jury.
By adaiah ★4 years ago in Poets
She was yearning white hot, like a cinder. So she started to swipe right on Tinder. She was having a ball. Swiped the bearded and tall
By Leah Parker4 years ago in Poets
There once was a ghost named Fred, Who haunted a mansion, it's been said, He'd rattle chains and doors, And make the floors creak with roars,
By Omar Sohail4 years ago in Poets
If there is a point to all things Whether we’re peasants or kings Could someone explain The abundance of pain And the absence of joy that life brings?
By Staci Troilo4 years ago in Poets
Pride and Prejudice is a novel by Jane Austen, first published in 1813. It has become one of the most widely read and beloved works of English literature, renowned for its wit, charm, and social commentary. The novel tells the story of the Bennet family, particularly the relationship between the headstrong Elizabeth Bennet and the wealthy, brooding Mr. Darcy.
By Can Altas4 years ago in Poets
