They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Love is a rose, with petals soft and sweet It blooms within the heart, and makes our souls complete With every kiss, and every whispered word
By lover4 years ago in Poets
I start as a dove of white and Ivory. Free, Willfull, careless and flitty. High, I soar boundless, unsettling for.
By FaeriewitcH4 years ago in Poets
Books, a world of wonder, full of magic and grace With every turn of a page, a new journey to trace In their pages we lose ourselves, forget time and space
By Linda Marry4 years ago in Poets
The first of the painted leaves Has fallen First of the Northerlies Autumn morning (Autumn morning) But by noon The sun will have burnt all doubt away
By Elsa Michaela | @surfthought4 years ago in Poets
Death, the most beautiful, a mystery, A passage, to what's yet to be, A release, from this mortal coil, To something, beyond our toil.
By Dolly4 years ago in Poets
The beat of my heart, a steady drum, A rhythm, that guides me along, With every pulse, a new life begun, A symphony, of love and song.
The farmers of India, with calloused hands, Tilling the soil, on barren lands, With the sun beating down, on their backs,
The end of a relationship or friendship can be a painful and difficult time, and it can be cathartic to express those feelings through poetry. Here is an example of a poem about the end of a relationship or friendship:
By Business management4 years ago in Poets
Blind and brave, my loyal friend With you, my heart will always blend Though darkness clouds your eyes In my heart, your love never dies
Tiny feet, taking their first steps A child's journey, just beginning, yet With wobbly legs, and uncertain gait Their first walk, such a wondrous fate
Silent, yet I hear the world's song In the quiet, my heart beats strong With hands as my ears, I feel the vibrations And in the rhythm, my soul finds liberation
Little baby boy in a sailor suit, curly red hair, and big green eyes Waving bye-bye to me, a newly learned skill, while I stood on the sidewalk and cried
By Tina D'Angelo4 years ago in Poets
