In shadows deep, where sorrow's tears do flow,
A wounded heart, in darkness, seeks to know.
The ache within, like thunder's mournful cry,
In whispered verses, finds a way to fly.
Each word a balm, to heal the wounds so deep,
In poetry's embrace, our souls may weep.
Through ink-stained pages, feelings are unveiled,
A fragile heart's desire, forever detailed.
With every line, emotions find their voice,
In rhythm and in rhyme, we make our choice.
To share our joys, our pains, our love, our strife,
In poetry, we find the pulse of life.
So let these words, like gentle rain, descend,
And in their cadence, may your heart transcend.
For in this verse, our spirits intertwine,
Emotions painted in each heartfelt line.
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Author:
Aryana Rogers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 4th, 2023 17:57
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
This is beautiful poetry. A statement of love for another, that perhaps is unrequited or unspoken, but instead is expressed here. I like how you personified "sorrow, thunder, poetry, and a heart." I don't know how anyone could read this and not respond. Wonderful! - Phil A.
P.S. - If the artwork is yours, you have a great talent. Keep going.
Thank you so much!
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