They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Death Has No Doors Death came silent yet full of noise, Unseen by all in view. Sly like a fox, yet silent like a bird in flight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Born to a Wicked World Born to a wicked world, where shadows stretch long, where kindness is currency spent and gone. Life is a fight,
A Broken depressed man He wakes to silence, cold and deep, A house once full, now left to weep. Echoes linger, soft yet cruel,
Emotionless I felt so numb, a hollow void, A heart once full, now destroyed. You played your game, you wore your crown, While I just watched as you let me drown.
The Government Tell Lies I once believed the words they spun, A tale of truth, beneath the sun. Their promises like gilded chains,
If Time Stops If time stopped for the living, what would it mean, To those in heaven, beyond the unseen? Would their endless peace stretch
The Haunted Doll In the attic’s shadowed by gloom, Lies a doll in a dusty box. Porcelain face, cracked and pale, Eyes that follow, cold and frail.
This ghazal beautifully captures the depth of longing and the bittersweet essence of love. The poet, lost in the enchantment of their beloved’s gaze, compares their state to a fragile drop of dew, ready to fade at any moment. The verses flow with the melancholic beauty of unfulfilled love, weaving imagery of night, sorrow, and the eternal yearning of the soul.
By heasb0012 years ago in Poets
This ghazal beautifully captures the depth of longing and heartache that love can bring. The poet weaves a tale of passion, betrayal, and the lingering pain of memories. The imagery of the moon, wind, and shadows adds a mystical touch, painting a picture of love that both elevates and devastates.
In the depths of my mind, a storm rages on, Thoughts like shards of glass, scattered and gone. A symphony of chaos, a discordant plea,
By Barine kabari 2 years ago in Poets
Born under a new moon Bathed in pressure Stuck within an earthen chute Craving one second Of glorious glistening noon Normalcy
By K.B. Silver 2 years ago in Poets
This ghazal beautifully captures the pain of unfulfilled love and longing. The poet finds themselves trapped in the spell of a gaze, yearning for a love that remains out of reach. The imagery of the night, the wind, and the unattainable beloved weaves an atmosphere of melancholy and devotion.
By heasb0022 years ago in Poets
