They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
"Life" can be likened to a "book." Every day is akin to a "new page." Each month symbolizes a "new chapter." Every year signifies the start of a "new book."
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Mom, listen, Tell me a secret. While playing downstairs, I heard a cat's voice. I slowly got closer and looked. I was surprised. Mom, there's a very beautiful kitten there...
Don't forget...❤️ Don't forget the first day we met... Don't forget the day we first talked... Don't forget everything that brought a smile to our faces...
Remember When Remember when we were so young and carefree Remember when it was just you and me The formed relationship concrete where we belong
By Angie Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets
Throughout... ''our lives'' Many people... have come and gone Many are ''still here'' Many are ''gone'' From people who... ''don't know''
Beneath the gloss, something older pulses— a hush mistaken for awe, a loneliness dressed in rhythm. The colors do not care.
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
ROUND IN CIRCLES TO GET YOU TO NOTICE ME Round in circles I go each day, trying my best, come what may, but you don’t seem to notice me.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
You had the key to my heart but I changed the locks after you broke the keys You still have a key that belongs to me Something that I seem to keep giving to you
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
I Will Prosecute You They take my words, my voice, my name. They think it’s free, a harmless game. But every line, each crafted beat,
There was a time when I sought out sadness, nostalgia, melancholy... that space between depression and despondency, when there's still strength to rise after hitting your own bottom.
By Sara Kroft C.Dabout a year ago in Poets
THE POETRY THIEF The poetry thief crept through the night. Silent as shadows, gone from the light. With delicate fingers, he plucked at my muse.
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
