They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Every growth .. has a price we have to pay Sometimes .. may have to pay with time Sometimes .. must pay with pain To understand .. in the truth
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
i make plans. not to break, because i give weight to the honor of my word. and i, looking forward to the nostalgic, confirmed with confidence.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The Eternal Flame: Celebrating the Greatest Romantic Poets In the garden of human expression, the Romantic poets are the roses—fragile yet fierce, delicate yet daring, and always blooming in defiance of reason. The Romantic era, spanning the late 18th to mid-19th century, brought forth voices that sought the sublime in emotion, nature, imagination, and rebellion. Their words became oaths of the heart, whispered to time.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Poets
The human. Conditioning in the air. Full of experience. Just a feeling we all have. The same different sensations. Expressions of the need to control.
He spoke to me once of murderous intent I was supposed to be afraid I knew he had his reasons The murder of someone who had hurt someone he loved
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
I’m a superposition magician Filled with superstition A mitochondric pandemic of faith fueled chaos Cross faded into fatal futility
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Somewhere out there I belong to you. We walk together in rose colored hues and I sing to you. - But here there is no forever.
By Sara Wynnabout a year ago in Poets
From the earth I came And to there I shall return To a life reborn
Is it really paradise if we do not share it? Yet you speak of it with a silver tongue. Are you truly growing in the place you can’t get hurt?
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
You taste like longing, the flavor of thunderstorms--- consistently inconsistent, like hands that belong interlocked but roam free instead.
They say just leave... they don't see the holes in the walls that remind me that they could be put through me. They say just leave...
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Narcissist Haiku Narcissist no more I played all the winning cards I stopped loving you
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
