heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Winter Blossom
Numb is but a feeling, One my heart holds on, Like an empty world that's wheeling, Seeming to fall like a newborn fawn, Is there nothing to set me free, Nothing to save me now, This hollowness consumes me, Yet I cannot understand how, I'm breathing in-yet drowning, I'm screaming out-yet silent, My leaves once green-now browning, My once calm mind-now violent, I'm a flower delicate and broken, Numbed by something deep, I will not blossom when spoken, Instead I slowly weep
By Hazel Steele2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who bleed blue . Content Warning.
So many individuals grasped the hold of a brush or ink when they felt the need to vent their emotions and dive deep into the world of their creation. The world is an unfair place and asking it to treat you fairly is like questioning the unfathomable. It is the nature of humans to kick someone when they are down. We often question the beauty and unique sense of individuality we hold because of the scars and imperfections that are embedded within us. But does any existing humanity in the world question the beauty of the moon though we all know it is adorned with its set of flaws that run deep in craters and valleys?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
