They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
When deep in the bowels of grief, I'll try anything to find some relief. "To all things a season; there's always a reason..."
By Dane BH4 years ago in Poets
Oh my dear babygirl, how you've grown so tall, The days of frocks and frills seem so very small. The memories of your twirls and spins, In dresses that reached your little shins.
By Safeera Sathar4 years ago in Poets
The music I heard was nothing like yours How did I get so lost? Swaying to a long-forgotten song, sweet refrains in my mind
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Poets
With a skip and a smile malicious, I conjured him three pungent dishes. He let out a shout To see cod, carp and trout, Wailing, “I thought you promised three WISHES!”
By Sonia Heidi Unruh4 years ago in Poets
Gutted, torn inside Trunk red, more red than roses Branching, I’m worried —- Crimson sun, tattered Moon hits blood, is it you there?
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. These lines are the opening stanza of the poem "Because I Could Not Stop for Death" by Emily Dickinson.
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
There was so much left to say, I wish there was some way I could communicate and reciprocate about what there was left to say.
By Kel4 years ago in Poets
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. In this poem, Emily Dickinson explores the theme of mortality and the idea of death as an inevitable journey that we all must take. The opening lines of the poem suggest that death is not something that we have control over, but rather, it is something that comes for us when our time has come. The speaker of the poem describes Death as a gentleman who kindly stops to take her on a carriage ride, along with the personification of Immortality.
Love was once a rose so sweet, Its petals soft and tender. But now it's withered at my feet, The thorns they cut and render.
By SANJAI 4 years ago in Poets
I wrote this some time ago. When I felt hopeless. On the outskirts of somewhere, I seem to forget, walking over the railway lines trying not to fall off.
By Paula Romeu 4 years ago in Poets
In the dead of night, a knock on the door, Sent shivers down my spine, to my core, I opened it wide, and there to my shock,
By Helen Smith4 years ago in Poets
You are the brilliant blue sky, Into your vastness one can never pry, As serene as you may seem, The truth of changing colours you cannot deny.
By Tiana 4 years ago in Poets
