They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Ones Who Stayed Inside My Heart I walked tonight through cold air, feeling the world watching me breathe. The street was quiet, yet it felt full,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
STANZA I The fire that once consumed us turns to smoke, Each flame a promise we could not sustain. I watch the final sparks retreat to night,
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
I Had a Dream I had a dream that all wars were over, the sky was clear, clouds like soft whispers. No tanks rolled and no bombs fell,
Tin Soldiers Never Die They march at night, steel boots on stone, faces empty, hearts hollowed by war. Tin soldiers never die,
Still the Bombs Drop The sky opened, iron birds screaming, wings cutting clouds, dropping shadows on earth. Smoke rose,
The Man Who Waged the Sky The city burned, smoke curled into frozen air, children slept in hallways, their dreams heavy with fear.
I loved you when the world was loud, When no one noticed the shadows I stood in. I loved you in quiet corners, unseen, A gentle feeling, soft as the morning wind.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Walked Alone He walked the street, no one saw him, shadows clung to his coat, and his shoes whispered secrets.
The Grave The ground was cold, the grass was wet, The sky hung low with weight of rain, A name half-hidden by the moss, Spoke softly of a life and pain.
You are loyal to the youth You garden like common seeds, A gentle gatherer in assuming suits Collecting hopeful sellers of dreams.
By Vitaline Bretagne2 months ago in Poets
The Monster In His Head He woke in the dark, the room cold as stone, his breath held tight, as if scared to move. He heard a name,
