heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Whispers of Shame
**Title: "Whispers of Shame"** In the corridors of the mind, Where shadows play, and secrets bind, A voice so loud, it cuts like glass, Echoes the judgment, cold and crass. "Too thin, too thick, too much, too less," The world demands that we impress, But in the mirror, what do we see? A fractured image, not meant to be. They weigh your worth, they judge your frame, And place upon you all the blame. They call you names, they sneer, they mock, But in their words, they're chained, they're locked. For bodies are but vessels, true, Not meant for others' eyes to view. The curves, the scars, the skin you're in, Are marks of battles fought within. So rise, dear soul, and take your stand, For beauty’s not at their command. In every line, in every fold, Is a story worth more than gold. No voice should drown the truth you hold, That you are fierce, unique, and bold. Let their whispers fade to dust, For in self-love, place your trust. This body, yours, in all its grace, Holds power that none can erase. So walk with pride, and head held high, For you are more than meets the eye. In the end, when shadows fall, It’s love for self that conquers all. So let them talk, let them jest, For in your heart, you know what’s best.
By Jariatu Kallon2 years ago in Poets
answer
After years of questioning and searching for answers deep within, she discovered that she felt nothing towards her parents. No love warmed her heart for them, and no longing disturbed her days. After diving deep into her emotions, she confronted this painful truth and asked herself the question she had long avoided: Why? The sorrow gnawed at her as she faced this bitter reality, and the thought of whether this fate would also befall her children weighed heavily on her.
By Warm vanilla 2 years ago in Poets
The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
You were supposed to be the one person I could confide in. Hell. You were the one person I could confide in. You were my everything. You were the one person I thought would never hurt me - the one person I couldn't ever picture hurting me. You used to fight to keep me safe. You used to be the one who'd pull me out in order to keep me safe. You were my everything. My everything. I used to love every single ounce of you, and now I can't even think of your name without crying. I can't look at a picture of you without feeling like someone shoved a razor-sharp dagger into my lung. So I guess what I have to say is...
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Poets
Justice!
How do we celebrate independence? When any hunter preys on our daughters! Our helplessness is such that these hunters Sit in the lap of our protectors (government, administration and court) and play their games! The families of the daughters who have become victims and the people of this country, keep getting trapped in the labyrinth of this game of theirs every time! We lose, get tired and get trapped in this game of theirs every time! We will not fall prey to their games this time. We will fight this battle for our daughters Until we and our daughters get justice!
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Boss vs Leader: Understanding the Difference
In the professional work context, the terms ‘boss’ and ‘leader’ can be understood as synonyms. Nevertheless, this distinction is critical to cultivating a healthy organizational culture and performance. Where a boss is autocratic in discipline and power, a leader is more persuasive, motivating, and transformative.
By Mohammad Usman2 years ago in Poets
