heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
This land misses you
This land misses you, oh how it does, The closest thing to you, now just because, I care for it like you would have done,
esther hopePublished 6 days ago in Poets"A Naive Child"
Sometimes when I am alone I often think about the feeling of how our parents still believe that we are naive and immature.
Abdul Hannan SaifPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEmbracing the Wizardry of World Verse Day
Today, Walk 21st, 2024, marks a unique event in the domain of writing: World Verse Day. It's daily where the world meets up to respect the charming specialty of verse and its immortal capacity to enrapture hearts and brains. As we relax in the magnificence of this festival, let us pause for a minute to consider the significant effect that verse has had on our lives and our general surroundings.
Creative ChroniclesPublished 6 days ago in Poetslost my chance
I saw her walking by your side, A chosen girl, with grace and pride. I couldn't help but feel outdone, My longing heart felt all undone.
esther hopePublished 6 days ago in PoetsShort-lived love
I used to see a future with you, Our love was young and fresh and new, You were the first guy I went on a date with, And the memories, oh, how I cherished.
esther hopePublished 6 days ago in PoetsSilent Sorrow: A Poem of Love's Absence
In the shadows of a loveless bond, Where hearts are cold and dreams abscond. I see my parents, trapped in chains, Their souls adrift in endless plains.
Shwet Prabha BaiswarPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLeft with memories, like jewels
I wanted kids with you, a family of my own, To share love and joy, to call you our home. But now you’re gone, and I’m left alone,
esther hopePublished 6 days ago in PoetsSingle Mother
She is exactly who she is. A single parent. A woman of virtue. A solution for her kids. A hero for her own children. Who are you to judge her?
Gloria PenelopePublished 6 days ago in PoetsWhen Love Won't Die
There’s been only one sunset Since she was lowered down Since the sad music played As she was swallowed
3/21/24
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
Atomic HistorianPublished 7 days ago in PoetsVillanelle of a broken heart…
The love I felt for you left me broken Drained from the inside out Like a crustacean’s shell cracked open Just when I thought love had woken
Kenneth cruzPublished 7 days ago in PoetsLife after Abuse
I do not regret divorcing you. I believe that was my finest decision. Something I'll always be grateful for. I had no idea I was this clever.
Gloria PenelopePublished 7 days ago in Poets