Hurting poems are about feeling hurt and pain over having your heart broken. Read our best poems on hurting after trusting someone and having your trust betrayed.
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless many with a crayon in his mouth -Kurt Vonnegut A friend … More Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, Anne Lamott, Being a Poet, Being a Writer, Being Creative, Billy Collins, Cancer, Creativity, Kurt Vonnegut, Life Lessons, Michael Laskey, Poems, Poetr...
Poems by Teens For Teens Poetry about teen life really requires a website all its own. Being a teenager is a complicated business and Teen Poets write some of the most intense poems. The teenage years are a time when we experience some of life's most difficult issues for the first time...
These two meanings are commonly known as wax andgoldor "sem ena work", with the obvious one being wax, while the hidden is gold. Qene is utilized in a variety of ways and circumstances, from secretly criticizing someone while appearing to make a simple joke to expressing one's love to ...
“one of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.” I don’t remember if this was having to do with his stutter (apparently he didn’t speak for about 8 years as a kid) or more having to do with feeling the need to keep quiet in a ...
“A Love Song” by Theodosia Garrison My love it should be silent, being deep–And being very peaceful should be still–Still as the utmost depths of ocean keep–Serenely silent as some mighty hill. Yet is my love so great it needs must fillWith very joy the inmost heart of me,The jo...
Even when we realize we've made a mistake. by Geist On The Wing Comes Morning Time and distance, like all boundaries, fall before the face of Love. by Todd R Fussell Dearest Kristen When we love, we risk being hurt. But maybe the worst pain comes from simply being ignored. by ...
With photography I am able to be in my creative energy and my passion while being around others. Plus I enjoy the challenges of searching and creating or capturing a great shot. With working on sculptures / art projects or building something with my hands I love the tranquilly it brings. ...
Oh, once I walked in Heaven, all alone Upon the sacred cliffs above the sky. God and the angels, and the gleaming saints Had journeyed out into the stars to die. They had gone forth to win far citizens, Bought at great price, bring happiness for all: By such a harvest make a holie...
But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day Rate this: Posted inpoems “To Television” Posted onAugust 16, 2024 Not too many people have anything good to say about television, except maybe poet Robert Pinsky in his poem “To Television.” I have long thought that...