They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Wicked Haiku Wickedness not nice A universe of green eyes Toxic lips big mouth
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Wicked people in a wicked world Spinning chaos, casting shadows, promises snare, glances cut like daggers. They thrive on lies,
Of course, we weren't meant to be, You loved the sun like Icarus, While I melted like wax.
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
“O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling from glen to glen, and down the mountain side. The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling. It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
After extinguishing the lamp of my life, she came to light a lamp on my grave. But the rain of her tears extinguished all the lamps on my grave.
By Ignited Minds2 years ago in Poets
She knew the truth, I knew the truth too. Everyone knew about our restlessness, everyone understood our love, but neither you nor I realized it.
There has to be more to life than this A vision with no strength to execute it I became an expert of conviction I taught myself not to really care
By NMN 2 years ago in Poets
What is the best way to die? Is it jumping from the top of the building/and dive to the ground head first? Should I swallow the whole pills/ and feel myself fading?
By Gabby Who Writes2 years ago in Poets
Are You Worth My Tears In the fading light of dusk, I pause and wonder— are you worth my tears? Each drop holds a moment,
Rhythms of fragility that crumble the safety Resemble in a queue, sliding over the broken heart Slid the life Skin to Bone, hydroactive memories
By Anket Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In a Dying Embrace In a dying embrace, they sit side by side, as the world around them begins to subside. The floor crumbles softly,
Amara had always been guided by her heart—or at least, that’s what she believed. As a child, she would press her hand against her chest, feeling the rhythmic thrum beneath her fingers and imagining it as her compass.
By Shiv Rabari2 years ago in Poets
