They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Education in my country has become useless and without principles and people have become donkeys and they have not achieved the lofty goals they wanted
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Note: this was one of those old files I had saved, and I am not sure where my head was at when I wrote it, but I think it deserves a space here. 2005 was a dark time for me...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I’ve been taken by you I want to make mistakes with you I want to raise the stakes with you You’re trapped in my mind And I’ve gone blind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
wrapped up in a daydream, in the wonder of it, like the first falling flakes of snow, or the feel of the ocean wave foam,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
You danced through life with Gaga’s beat, A rhythm fierce, a sound complete. Yet in your heart, the song was cracked, A wall of doubt that held you back.
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets
Granny’s lost her lottery win. Poem 2 Granny picked up her million with glee, A life of riches, wild and free. But as she smiled and held her prize,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Cease a glimpse of breathing warmth For it is salt water to my thirst. Better to forget all of good Then to miss it till the yearn will burst.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
One day I’ll embrace love when it feels perfect, I’ll cherish my body when I grow older and hopefully get work done, I’ll be emotionally open, not stuck up,
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
I thought I had healed, Oh, what a lie that I believed, I hoped against hope for it to be true, One look and that's all it took,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
The drink isn’t tasteful, But it cures the thoughts. The freedom it gives to me— To walk a dangerous walk, One without regrets, in all hopelessness.
By Erianna Gilliam2 years ago in Poets
The snow falls gently tonight, soft as the melodies of Dolly and Johnny, their voices weaving through the room as they always did—
By Hannah Hess2 years ago in Poets
What’s It Like in Heaven on Christmas Day What’s it like in heaven on Christmas Day? If only I could climb the clouds, To see my mam and dad and hear them say,
