They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Children are The people that the father cares about About the most..... Thinking about Them all the time..... Always thinking about
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Motorcycle chain broke made him go to work 1 hour late on the first day He was fired from his job on the first day No way out, went back to the country
" We fight but can't break up " It's not strange that we fight. We are lovers, we didn't grow up together. There are bound to be differences.
Filled with craze Wished for your embrace Looking for your face... But you're just a f**king disgrace Boys; hard to get a loyal one!
By Eiman Asifabout a year ago in Poets
He paints in the dead of night, spray-can sermons on brick skin— a woman with galaxies in her braids, a train that bleeds wildflowers,
By PrimeHorizonabout a year ago in Poets
Her spatula traces runes in the griddle’s grease, each pancake flipped with a whispered *please*— *"Maple syrup like liquid gold,
We knew it from the start— this was a season, not a lifetime. A sun-drenched afternoon painted in gold and goodbyes. You were the kind of love
I don’t miss you loudly. There are no sobbing nights, no empty bottles or love songs played on loop. But I do miss you—
You never really left all at once. You left in fragments— in coffee shops I can’t walk into, songs I skip halfway through,
You weren’t forever. But God, you were right now. You were the warm light in a cold year, the laugh in my throat after months of silence.
In another life, you came to me barefoot, early autumn in your eyes, and no urgency in your voice. You were not already promised to someone else.
From whence emerged this ruthless seraph, With silent steps and poisoned laugh? Where once bloomed joy’s gentle hue, Now shadows reign where light once grew.
By Rakayat Islam Muntasirabout a year ago in Poets
