In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
The existential threat of living every day creates plaguing conditional thoughts of why; when parts of you, you once loved have passed away. To grieve the loss of parts of yourself holds no promises of perfect healing. People may tell you to wait out the dark because light is inevitable like the rising of the sun but what they fail to say or remind you is that grieving the loss parts of you is gone and that you should try to love the broken pieces of what’s left.
By Cadma2 years ago in Poets
Dance with me in the rain, We can change our clothes later. Let the raindrops soothe our souls. Kiss me ever so gently.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
This poem delves into the internal struggle of identity, the fear of being defined solely by past experience, and the yearning for creative expression and recognition. It explores themes of self-discovery, the tension between conformity and individuality, and the complexities of human emotions
By HONEY2 years ago in Poets
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
And suddenly, without looking or wishing or begging, it’s you. And I always had this secret belief about love ‘The one’ wouldn’t give me a chance to hesitate and I wouldn’t feel the need to
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
