They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
There’s never been a rose blooming just for me set upon my windowsill for everyone to see. There’s never been a man who so deemed me worthy
By Sharon Johnson4 years ago in Poets
i should have asked where the bottom was rather than how much farther there was to go allowing the possibility for a makeshift gauge
By venice4 years ago in Poets
Amidst the rubble and the pain, A tragedy has struck again. An earthquake has claimed many lives, Leaving many more with wounds and strife.
By Md Azar4 years ago in Poets
A day without That voice Whispering Screaming Not enough Too much Do better Than your best An hour without Catching a glimpse
By Allie4 years ago in Poets
Welcome to Ordinary Objects Collective. We celebrate the heritage of things and advocate a post-consumerist culture. Everyone, what's the motto?
By Robi4 years ago in Poets
You want a weak kitten You want my strength taken You want to blaspheme my living Undermining my sense of conceiving My reality given
By Jessica Burby4 years ago in Poets
As I walked out of my house at 5 am, I stopped and watched the fog engulfing the London streets for a minute. The air I was breathing in was colder than I had experienced in a while and it made my insides ache.
By Payel B.4 years ago in Poets
I am plagued by desire for vacancy, but am held at bay by another. A soul rooted in my own like an elder oak tree- their grasp grappled within me.
By Grace Gerrish4 years ago in Poets
Dear God, Please grant her heaven. Give me all her sins in exchange for her paradise. Take all my good deeds, if any, and add them to hers. Tell her I forgive her if she thinks she ever did anything wrong. She was the best mother any child could have asked for.
Author: Prabakaran S (Content Writer) The Inner beauty ! It's not the curves of the body, nor the smile on the face, It's not the blush of the hair, nor the adroitness in the pace.
By Prabakaran S4 years ago in Poets
Life, oh life, how fleeting and strange A journey filled with joy and pain With moments that pass by like a summer's breeze
By MyBlogSpace4 years ago in Poets
This Shouldn’t Be Uncommon … but it is. It may be the way you look when I make you laugh, Or the way you hold the end of a kiss, for a second, and a half.
By Joe Kozel4 years ago in Poets
