They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Life is the duty we brought home to do. When you see it, it's already six o'clock! When you see it, it's already Friday!
By MecAsaf10 months ago in Poets
Definitive, like everything that is simple. Our pain does not come from the things lived, but of the things that were dreamed
“If I could live my life again, next time I would try to make more mistakes. I wouldn't try to be so perfect, In fact, very few things I would take seriously.
My father and mother believed that a good gift for a child was a book. My colleagues from Grupo Escolar – that's what the primary school of my time was called – didn't think so. What they liked was a cart, a wind-up doll, a bicycle, games, soccer balls.
Once upon a time there was a knee called Juvenal. Juvenal had a problem, poor guy: he appeared all scratched up. Also who ordered Juvenal to be the knee of a naughty boy?
My mother had a great aunt and to me mother always said: a great aunt is much more than a grandmother and certainly she is much more than an aunt.
I love you how wide, high and deep My soul reaches when, transported, Sit, stretching the eyes of this world The ends of Being, the half-dreamed Grace.
The memories I have Of our moments together, They are only stories. But the photos I find, A love note once hidden in my bag for me,
By Katheleen10 months ago in Poets
Does time pass? Do not pass in the abyss of the heart. Inside, grace endures of love, blooming in song. time brings us closer
Loving you is a matter of minutes Death is less than your kiss So good to be yours that I am I at your feet spilled Little remains of what I was
If I compare you to a summer day You are certainly more beautiful and more pleasant The wind scatters the leaves on the ground
Do not rely on time or eternity, that the clouds pull me by the dresses that the winds drag me against my desire! Hurry up, love, because tomorrow I die,