heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A Rose Of Love
Love is a rose, a delicate flower Its beauty bright, its power untold A symphony of joy in every hour A feeling that never grows old
A Walk to Follow
As the Eskimo walks through the snow so wide, Leaving behind a path, a trail to guide, A canvas of white, unmarked and pure,
It Was Her.
Before it was ever him or you, it was her. That's where it all started. I can tell you the exact moment, right down to the second.
Astray
Sometimes my body doesn’t feel like home anymore And I wish I could disappear into thin air Leave without a word to a place
Memory's Garden.
In the garden of our minds, Where memories bloom and wind, There lies a flower, deep and true, A memory, both joy and rue. Sometimes it sings with joy's sweet tune, A cherished moment 'neath the moon. But sometimes, oh, it brings such pain, Like clouds that hide the sunny reign.
Samiha BushraPublished about 5 hours ago in PoetsRaindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
Unnecessary attachment
In shadows cast by twilight’s gentle glow, Two hearts entwined, a bond that none can break, Their love, a river’s ceaseless, silent flow,
Nguyễn Huyền TrâmPublished about 8 hours ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsMy Broken Brain
I don’t know why and I don’t know whats wrong with my brain? This thought is like it has been going down the drain! I don’t know how to stop it!
Meghan LeVaughnPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous
Atomic HistorianPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished about 15 hours ago in Poets