heartbreak

They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.

Promises
Promises Let Me Go Or Make Me Wanna Stay Life Is Full Of Heartbreak So, Give Me A Reason To Stay Red Eyes Look Up At The Sky Just As It Turns Black
By JM3 years ago in Poets
Did I Hurt You?
Tell me, please- Am I the villain in your story? I can only hope and wish that it was someone before me, but I'm not writing your story
By JM3 years ago in Poets
Judas’ Kiss
An abecedarian, nightmare of abandonment Betrayal in his lips, Caressing my hips, Dreams that wont cease. Endangering my peace.
By Natasha Collazo3 years ago in Poets
Crushed
Like an arrow shot from an archer's bow Those words pierced me through That day you said you had to go I never thought it would be this painful.
By Victory Harry Izevbekhai3 years ago in Poets
"To the Person I'm Becoming"
a letter to myself dear me love yourself a little bit more than yesterday make yourself a priority chase your goals be grateful for the things you have
By Dr. Kinjal Shah3 years ago in Poets
A Survivor of His Pain
He suffers acutely from the painful rejection, Knowing that his sacrifices have been forgotten, His heart rendering the conclusion that is obsolete,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
3 Times of Shock
The first time you kissed me I was in pure shock, I spent most my day with you convincing myself we were just friends, That this date thing, was flirty, yet pretend,
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Poets
Disappointing End
I just want to curl up and cry, Because once again I tried, With another guy, Whom I thought we were in the same place, Maybe we both used each other as an escape,
By Rilee Arey3 years ago in Poets
Beautiful Enough To Be Posted.
I hate the word beautiful. I hate the way it rolls off your tongue and out of your mouth as if it’s something you truly understand.
By A3 years ago in Poets
Lament of the Lost
In the quiet realm of forgotten spaces, Where shadows dance in desolate places, I was a part of a great design, Faded and forgotten, no longer do I shine.
By Nicole Gibson3 years ago in Poets
The whims and fancies of adulthood
The art of pragmatism beheld its charm, Expectations and breakdowns walked arm in arm. Captivated by the desire, bound to duty,
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
All the light we cannot see.
All the light we cannot see. Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets