Wishing Life to be fulfilled for myself; for the loveliest parents; for friends who loved themselves via loving me; for my dear pet dog;
By Janani Chandrasekaran2 years ago in Poets
Pauline Underhill died on February 11th, 2021. She was 66. Two years later, a bench sits where she once did, beside the edge of a mill pond where coots chatter and crocus’ bloom. The engraving reads, “a quiet place to sit and remember the sunshine and smiles you filled our hearts with.”
By em2 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.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
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
Thinking of you has become my favorite pastime Dreaming of you has become my favorite hobby Calling your name has become my mantra
By Windchime2 years ago in Poets
I am not alone There are people who care for me I have hope for the future Life is worth living
By Lori Lee2 years ago in Poets
I will never belong So don't tell me That I will find others like me There is a chance Without fear of prejudice from m'lady.
By Neil Marathe2 years ago in Poets
Don't remember, when I started, feeling you, anyway, there's no need, to think about it, as I feel you right now, so my precious wind,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Behind the brightest smiles, unseen, lies pain, A silent storm within, a heavy chain. With every laugh, a whispered cry, Concealing depths where shadows lie.
By Ann-Marie Martin2 years ago in Poets
Time is a concept that depends on the people who are reading it. However, I never understood what it meant. It devastated many young ones and ate many souls ahead.
By Khushboo Yadav2 years ago in Poets
