heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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
a dime a dozen
i won’t try to scare you with the promise that you’ll never find another girl like me, when we both know what’s most terrifying is just how common i can be. you’ll never want to see my eyes again, but you’ll spot them everywhere, like dirty windows, as light and clear as smudged glass. you’ll see a hundred brunettes a day with hair tumbling down their sagging backs, with lazy buns and bangs to help hide the faces they can’t stand, faces you’ll start hating too. they’ll cry enough to combat the worst of droughts because they’ll have issues that ignite like gasoline and i can’t wait for you to learn that i was never as obscure as you swore i seemed. they’ll ask about the things you hate and things you love and things you like somewhere in between and they’ll beg you to place them in one of those categories. they’ll question if they exist and if they do, they’ll wonder if they should; you’ll hold the bodies they loathe while they compare themselves to something they think you’d rather have, because we’re well aware of how typical our mouths must taste and how mundane it must sound when we confess how we’ve never loved someone like you before.
By melancholy galaxies2 years ago in Poets
