They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Seven-Year Itch Seven years, the time creeps near, A shadow whispers, “What’s left here?” Comfort’s warmth becomes routine,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Bob and Wheel Poetic Form Here is how to write this style of poem. • Quintain (or five-line) stanza or poem • Rhyme scheme of ababa
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
You're being dealt a blow Pray to God, your savior and lord! who put us in this mess though? A never-ending Circus Of life and death
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
Today’s prize, tomorrow she will cry and continue to spread the lies. I have watched from afar seeing the disaster unfold
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
The Mask I Wear I wear a mask to greet the day, A painted smile in shades of grey, Its laughter dances, light, and thin—
The silence flows softer, smother. Her gentle pater of steps clouds his mind. What would he give to gaze upon dazed irises one last time.
By Greta Martin2 years ago in Poets
Life shrank into a deep silence, Dreams collapsed under the weight of compliance. A phase when freedom was all there was, Laughter and joy untouched by any cause. At a tender age, heaven was lived through dreams, Innocent souls dreamed only in serene streams. With a glow of hope in their eyes, they lived life joyfully, Unaware of the hardships to come, they walked blissfully.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
Quaddemic hits the Uk In the stillness, a shadow creeps, A quaddemic’s grasp, where silence weeps. Streets once alive, now hushed and bare,
I dream of you Walking on the sand, holding your hand, The gentle water caressing my feet, I look into your eyes and see a future bright and sweet.
Save Our Planet We walk this Earth, so green, so blue, A world of wonders, pure and true. But scars we leave, both deep and wide,
Storm Darragh’s Fury The winds came howling, fierce and wild, As if the heavens raged, beguiled. Storm Darragh lashed at Wales’ green land,
it was on that night when my eyes cried far aside still in my sight I trembled by the terrible brontide A piercing roar of threat amidst my pain
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
