sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Who I Am.....
I am the voice that speaks within, A combination of past and present kin. I am the thoughts and feelings I bring, The memories, the laughter, and tears I sing.
RIKAS MOHAMEDPublished about a year ago in PoetsVintage
Vintage, a word that brings a smile Of memories, from days gone by Of a time, so simple and pure Where life was lived, with joy and allure
Retail Therapy
Retail therapy, oh shopping delight A cure for the soul, on a dreary night. With every purchase, we feel so fine A little pick-me-up, for the heart and mind.
Warmth
Warmth, oh warmth, like a hug from a friend A comfort that soothes, until the very end. You bring us solace, on cold winter nights
Poem on Darkness
Darkness falls around me like a blanket of night, My heart trembles as I am filled with fright, The sounds of the night begin to echo in my mind,
vanshika 111Published about a year ago in PoetsGoing That Way
Going That Way The evening’s amber glow surrounds me in silence, With warm hands it caresses my soul offering guidance.
Dan R FowlerPublished about a year ago in PoetsHIS WIFE
His wife, the light of his life, his reason to be, With a love that's so true, and a heart that's so free. She's the one that he holds, in his arms every night,
Longing for Home
I want to go home. I’ve been a few places (not many, but enough) so I know my way around the world. I know how to get from here
Kayla ManeenPublished about a year ago in PoetsBORED
Boredom, a feeling that creeps in, when we're all alone, With nothing to do, and a mind that's unknown. It's a void that's there, with a voice that's so still,
Sorry Math, I dislike you
Spending more time on my Facebook Watching videos and memes of pure comedy Sorry, I am unable to focus on this textbook I want nothing to do with geometry
Diani AlvarengaPublished about a year ago in PoetsCatastrophic
The world, once so steady, now, in shambles it falls, As the winds, of change, whip, and the earth, convulses and crawls. The skies, so dark, and the air, so still,
The cork
Cork, a versatile bark so light From trees it comes, in forests so bright Used in bottles, as stoppers tight Its buoyancy, making boats take flight