Happy Birthday in Heaven, my Love.❤️
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

the emotion shines through

July 6th, 2026 13:27

A strong woman.🌹
NafisaSB said:

Fantastic 👌very well written 💅

July 6th, 2026 12:05

If there is a god, my question to God is why?
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

Good write, if there is a god he must have one twisted sense of humour

July 6th, 2026 05:04

If there is a god, my question to God is why?
sorenbarrett said:

A most powerful poem with a question that many ask and that leads to a division of faith from mind where one can not fathom a god that would destroy or allow to be destroyed what he created. Well written with great rhyme and wonderful flow in good meter. A fave

July 5th, 2026 19:19

A broken mirror.
RSM0812 said:

Her long straight dark hair, at her shoulder it hung,
Like strings of an angel, quiet in song.
Her eyes were transfixed on the quiet still dark. She peered at the pain of my breaking cold heart.
He beauty was fixed, like dust to a star.
The shade of the night, her shadow bide far.
A stranger she was, a stranger she is, a rose lost in stone, her grace all alone.
I dare not to look, our eyes can not meet, for mine would fall hard, and hers would just leap.
Her hand i would take, and walk to a door,
Neither of us have either entered before.
Both of us enter, eyes wide to see.
The wonder inside, the brilliance to be.
This is where God goes when he idles and dies.
Angels come here to weep and to cry.
Me and my dame, were sent here to find.
Each other in temperment, a lost loves abide.
For now i know why this child i met.
And walked in the night, our hearts barley kept.
To show each other us, as us to ourselves. And stay in this place where pain does not dwell.. At long last my quelled heart, it beats for her breast. And her want is my want together we rest. Her beauty is pure, like embers of stars. And my need is as dire as the miles they are far. Unfortunate be to me is the truth yet untold. The beauty she is my life it but soothed. My heart yet still empty as a bottemless pit. I hope that my angel finds peace wherever she is. For when im with her, peace in my soul, my temperment quelled, my mind is but full. She holds both my hands, she cradles my heart, her touch is softer then feathers in the flight of her art. Her voice is so soothing it turns darkness to light. The day still but day, the night dark its flight. If i was the man she deserves to call hers. My pride and humility will vex all my tears. This is the creasture men simply to die. For her touch, for her love, i nought make her cry. Although we wont meet and make life our own. I hope she finds heaven right here at her home. I still have her image, beauty and true. I still have her silhouette dark and anew. Her soul like a poem, written with ink. By poets of love, or so they bethink.


This is one of my best and yours is still way better.

July 5th, 2026 13:52

Low self-esteem can literally destroy a human being.
RSM0812 said:

I wish i could write like you. My work is dribble compared. Your poems are going to rhyme forever in time.

July 4th, 2026 14:56

A broken mirror.
RSM0812 said:

This is the shit why your pen writes itself or something. It is everything perfect, perfect verse has to offer. The way you twisted the last line is remarkable and is one of the best poems on the sight.

July 4th, 2026 13:44

A broken mirror.
soheil khodaparasti said:

Powerful and deeply felt.

July 2nd, 2026 14:31

A broken mirror.
Paul Bell said:

Even in death he gets to you it seems.
Always hard to come back from betrayal, but even leaving it seems sends boulders rolling down the hill.

July 2nd, 2026 11:54

A broken mirror.
sorenbarrett said:

Well written in poetic verse it contains good rhyme and flow. Its content contains a great deal of expressed pain and feelings of deception. Well done.

July 2nd, 2026 08:41

Broken dreams.
peto said:

Thought you were more of a fighter than this suggests friendship
Fantastic writing as per
Very emotional

July 1st, 2026 12:01

Broken dreams.
sorenbarrett said:

Nicely worded it reads of a fixed game already determined before it started. Deception seen as the trump card. Well written

June 30th, 2026 18:36

To lose it all.
Soman Ragavan said:

30.6.2026

A poem that paints despondency but this is in the nature of poetry. “blurred path, hollow peace…” etc. The greatest poetry stems from sadness and disillusion. The restless stage happens mostly with advancing age. We know the days are numbered and we wonder what we will leave back. “No holy fire to light the vital spark...” Hoping to succeed somehow, to find happiness. “And I am tethered to the rising flood...” : the feeling that we are bogged down, a feeling of helplessness. This is a compact poem but one that transmits the thoughts and feelings that many poets experience.
“That beautiful sentiment echoes the famous line, \"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought,\" penned by the English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley in his poem To a Skylark. It perfectly captures why deeply emotional art, poetry, and music resonate with us so profoundly” ---From the Internet.
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June 29th, 2026 22:27

To lose it all.
soheil khodaparasti said:

Dear poet, I greatly enjoyed reading your poem.

What impressed me most was your careful authorial control. Rather than stating the speaker\'s anxiety outright, you allow it to unfold through a succession of sustained metaphors—the blurred path, the spinning compass, the absent map, the empty page, and the rising flood. Each image broadens the emotional landscape while remaining firmly connected to the central theme of uncertainty. The result is a poem that invites readers not merely to observe the speaker\'s dilemma but to inhabit it.

I would also like to consider the closing line: “Waiting for a sun that will not shine.” To me, it suggests a profound sense of resignation. The speaker recognizes that the clarity they long for may never arrive, yet remains unable to move forward without it. What makes the ending especially poignant is that it is psychological rather than factual. I wonder whether the choice of “a sun” rather than “the sun” subtly reinforces that sense of subjective experience, reflecting the speaker\'s state of mind rather than asserting an objective truth.


June 29th, 2026 16:01

To lose it all.
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, this really hit me. The uncertainty woven through every stanza is deeply human, and the emotional weight never lets up. Powerful write, Friendship. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

June 29th, 2026 13:39