They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
We lay flowers on his grave Before trampling the grass upon it A sign of respect Coupled with unholy acts Not a soul to bother us
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
. …In My Art. - What I Now Live 4 By Ross E F Lombardi . If I were an accountant. Fully qualified and charted. I would work from home for under minimum wage per hour.
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
When the wind blows. The sound of your voice rings a bell in my mind. As if you are talking. I always think about you. When I shut my eyes
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
She. She would be. She would be her third. She would slide into this world, warm, wet, screaming. Oh Katherine. You never knew the cosy, pink pallets, the roses, your dreams. Or did you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
It was something I knew was coming. I thought of it, that one day it will happen, I knew you would go. I've been observing you.
It’s been a long time since my beloved visited, I keep the gathering bright with the excitement of wine. My heart is once again heading to the streets of blame,
By kainat 2 years ago in Poets
He created a safe place Now I'm all up in his space Got me stalking him, about to catch a case Can’t stop staring at his face
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Speak, O Hero Speak, with your head held high! I bow not before any, While the Himalayas bow before me! Speak, O Hero, I tear through the vast cosmos,
By THiNK2 years ago in Poets
In the dance of love, words weave a spell, The more we speak, the deeper we fell. Yet beware the charm of the false and the vain,
When finally, with my carefully crafted and dearest green thoughts, Jinxed, your dreams, will come crashing, Unraveled you'll knock at my door
By M.2 years ago in Poets
I first experienced the 'Shimmer in the mirror' when undiagnosed, many years ago, on a solo writing retreat at Victor Harbour, South Australia. I took photos of the reflection. 'Many years ago' meant I had to wait to have the film developed. I discovered that all along, the 'Shimmer' was me! My response was curious terror.
By Mzwandile2 years ago in Poets
Water will be many things, but even in all its forms, it will be water.You are my water.I think I might be yours, too.If you are reading this, it means I have evaporated.But it doesn't mean you should evaporate, too.Go flood the whole goddamn world.- Samson a Coolen Hoover's Hero (Heart bones)
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
