heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Devaluation
Sinister and disloyal. You demanded more from me than from yourself. Inflated ego but you wouldn't take my silence. Detachment was my superpower but you ignored my request. I swore revenge on your betrayal but I'm working in the shadows now. I move in slow motion so you can't catch me in the act. Control is your endgame even after your pretend happily ever after. You projected every possible uncertainty unto me while you internalized make believe superiority. What made you so angry and arrogant? Defensive and oblivious, you purposely made me question reality. Discarded with no remorse. No regard for how I would pick up the pieces alone. Forever obstructing my focus and willpower. Crooked and dilapidated. Bent and twisted and possibly broken. Unrestrained disorder and tumultuous chaos. There's no room left for traitors anymore. You robbed me of equality and never provided me with empathy. There was no peace allowed where compassion failed to tread. What you lack is any hint of composure. You remain primordial and uncivilized. I've picked up my sceptor with fortitude and strength. I've resumed my place on this coveted throne. No more appeasement to a villainous threat. I am much better on my own. I don't want to die just so you can live. I just don't want the terror that you give. Malicious sinner, your deeds are done. You're forgiven by no one. Intentions were always selfish and impure. Your violations do not have a cure. I disagree with every absent excuse. I disagree with you entirely. Thank you for the mayhem but I dared to dream bigger.
By Anna Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Rain Is Not Always Sad
It didn't thunder. It didn’t scream. It fell quietly, like it knew I needed soft. The windows held stories in their fog. Little rivers raced down like secrets let go. Somewhere, I heard a child laugh while holding a bright red umbrella like a shield against the gray. I stood there, not broken, not healed just still. The kind of still that only comes when you're done running but not ready to speak. It smelled like change, like wet earth opening its arms again, inviting something new. No lightning, no chaos, just a gentle tap against everything I feared. My mother once said, “Rain helps the flowers sleep.” I never understood until I felt peace in the downpour. We always think the sky weeps because it's hurting. But sometimes, it's giving. Giving green to trees, music to silence, and space to begin again. It washed my eyes, not my tears those were mine long before the sky joined in. It didn’t ask questions. Didn’t expect smiles. It stayed until the ache dulled and the air smelled new. I walked outside, let it touch my skin. Not to feel cold but to remember warmth returning. And I whispered, “Not all storms destroy.” Some come to remind us how to bloom.
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
How Books Shape Minds, Hearts, and Destinies
Pages of Power: The Science of Reading’s Transformative Magic How Books Shape Minds, Hearts, and Destinies In an era dominated by fleeting digital content, the act of reading a book is a quiet revolution—an intimate dance between mind and page that unlocks knowledge, wisdom, and transformation. Science has illuminated the profound ways reading reshapes our brains, enriches our lives, and even alters our destinies. But what happens when the love for books becomes an obsession? Can reading truly make us wiser, or change who we are at our core? This article delves into the science behind reading, exploring its remarkable benefits, the risks of overindulgence, and its power to sculpt individuals and their paths.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
