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They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.

A Complete Beginner’s Guide: How to Earn From Technical Writing
Introduction Technical writing is a highly sought-after skill in today’s digital world. Companies need clear, concise, and well-structured documentation to explain complex concepts to their users. If you have a knack for simplifying technical information, you can turn technical writing into a profitable career. Whether you want to work as a freelancer, full-time writer, or start your own documentation agency, this guide will walk you through the essentials of earning from technical writing.
By Article writer International 2 years ago in Poets
How Do I Live
How Do I Live How do I live without you near. No one here I can hold dear. No hugs no sweet talking tonight. Your no where near that isn’t right.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Caged Wings
They say I can fly, but they clip my wings, They hand me choices, yet bind me in strings. "Not this, not that," their chorus remains,
By Ellie2 years ago in Poets
A Grey Mourning
Author's Note I wrote this poem in December, about a month after my husband passed away, just after I had scattered his ashes into the ocean east of our home.
By Henrik Hageland2 years ago in Poets
Levitate
Your love made me levitate You're my every other thought I'm sure you ran away, because I broke down all your walls Your love made me levitate
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
Don't Cry
Don’t cry You never knew them They were never human Nothing but a glimmer A thought Of something you sought Just a thought
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
She was but Thief in the night
She was but Thief in the night Like a fast-moving tornado, she blew into his boring life, Then conned him of all his money
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Do Not Weep by My Grave
"Do not sit by my grave and weep..." Do not sit by my grave and weep.. I am not there...I do not sleep there.. I am a breeze that blows...
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
The Eye of the Storm Was His Fists
The Eye of the Storm Was His Fists His fury rose like a thunder’s cry, A storm unleashed in the midnight sky. No warning came, no calm before,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Stand by the Cross at Midnight
Stand by the Cross at Midnight Stand by the cross at midnight’s hour, When the world is hushed in darkened power. The winds cry soft, the stars burn cold,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I Hate That I Still Remember
I still get the phantom feelings of your existence in my life, the ongoing torture that is your presence in my mind forever.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
A lethal misconception
A Lethal Misconception Who made the saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me”? We all can agree—that was a lie.
By Jah Dandy2 years ago in Poets