They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Found this piece of paper in my planner for the year 2023, hidden at the back, after a few pages of notes for work Feeling terribly fed up of this unfair and unsound practices
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Time holds me helplessly as I walk through the years searching for you. Searching for your love that I thought would hold me as I followed my path. But your love held limits and my spirit walked with time alone instead.
By Becca Leigh2 years ago in Poets
The most frightening thing in life is the strangeness after deep friendship, the betrayal after sincerity, the selling out of trust, and the exchange of sincerity for indifference.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The Cave Where Vampires Dwell Through jagged rock and hollowed stone, where moonlight dares not creep or roam, a cavern yawns, deep, black, and wide—
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Life is filled with love…. Those beautiful memories that we never tell anyone are like a faint light that sometimes gives life a strange color…
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
You mimicked perfectly the calls of eagles, sounding like freedom, and love, a patriot cut from the same cloth that I came from,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
A day that is unforgettable is the day when you jumped into my inbox. Big smile emoji and the sweetest of words leaving me conflicted.
By Serafina2 years ago in Poets
Shadowy Figures Came to Call The night was still, the air was tight, A hush that pressed against the light. And in the silence, cold and thin,
I can dream again I can be again My mind was locked in a prison But now they cut through Like an incision A vision Of hope?
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
"In this life, If I ever find love again... I believe, That I will find someone who sees as deeply as I do, And who will make this universe meet me..."
Red Roses for My Garden Red roses bloom, a vibrant display, In my garden where memories gently sway. Each petal unfurls like the whispers of past,
Elsewhere is where the verse has gone; in his pocket down the street, whistled while he walks. Let me know what you thought in the comments.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
