heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
This is what is needed now
I have been gone for far too long I can feel it now ready to burst from me I've been held down by sorrow and anger depths of me hiding in darkness I can no longer dwell this way time is lapsing and I fear eventual I hold so much pain in my heart a ferocious cataclysm pending and only I can prevent such calamity so I'm searching inside for myself yelling my name down empty hallways wondering if I'm even still there lurking through the thick heavy fog wondering if I'm the same strong and brave a force of nature that stood 270 million years I pray this is the truth I pray I find a hero because that is what is needed now I've been the coward the sinner the beast I've been the Savior the teacher the diseased I've been everything except for what I need Like stepping blindly into your world not knowing whether you need to swim or walk or fly fate gives no direction to follow no encyclopedia to your dreams it simply unfolds before you like a carpet a thick velvet droll of space so I follow that carpet hoping to find myself at the end hoping I am capable of love and compassion hoping I'm willing to withstand this fight praying I haven't misplaced my honor or disheveled away what does remain of my heart like droves of rhododendrons I must return I must replenish more faithful and more vibrant than ever before I must forget the mortality that is enveloped my writhing soul the deaths and the grief to which follows I have to let go even if it means losing a part of myself with it like I'm smothered in the dead petals and leaves of yesteryear unable to gain air or light I will only wither so I tremble and shake and shiver till those ugly layers Nestle in my feet and I take my first step out and away from them new revived somehow whole again I pray this is truth because this is what is needed now.
By Rhashel Price2 years ago in Poets
Kaliyug!
What has happened to the society That it is presenting even evils as good. What has happened to our own people Those who are our own people are fighting with their own people. What has happened to man That he is feeling himself in "I". What has happened to human nature That he is always right and wronging others. What has happened to religion and science That he is always attacking each other. Now people go around talking on the streets Maybe it is not possible to stop this now. People ask each other what is going on Some remain silent and some say Kaliyug is going on.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Do You Still Perform Autopsies On Conversations You've Had Lives Ago?
Introduction Most of us have found ourselves lying awake at night, dissecting a conversation from weeks, months, or even years ago. That moment when we wonder, "Did I say the wrong thing?" or "What if I had phrased that better?" This habit of mentally re-examining old interactions is like performing an autopsy on a moment long past - digging up details, analyzing intentions, and scrutinizing every word. But why do we do it, and more importantly, how can we let go?
By Usama Shahid2 years ago in Poets
What is a Friend?
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole. Through storms of despair and moments of cheer, They walk by our side, always near. In silence, they listen, with hearts open wide, A shoulder to lean on, a trusted guide. With secrets shared under starlit skies, Their presence brings comfort, like the sun's rise. In joy, they celebrate, in pain, they console, A friend is a treasure, a heart's true goal. Through the ups and downs, the twists of fate, A friend is the love that will never abate. In the journey of life, hand in hand we stand, For in the embrace of friendship, we find our true land. So cherish the moments, both big and small, For a friend is a blessing, the greatest gift of all. In the garden of life, they bloom and they grow, A bond that is timeless, in our hearts, they glow.
By Dipak Pawar2 years ago in Poets
