heartbreak

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

Smooth Out The Wrinkles
Smooth out the wrinkles of our troubled past With honesty, transparency and will to change Smooth out the wrinkles of my missteps, mistakes
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Clouds, Kittens and Cake. Content Warning.
As I sit back in a comfortable chair I let my mind wander, in the chair I daydream of clouds in the sky I daydream of clouds way up high
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Infinite: Diverse Echoes of 30 Poetic Souls"
"Whispers of the Infinite: Diverse Echoes of 30 Poetic Souls" About Story: Immerse yourself in the symphony of poetic voices as "Whispers of the Infinite" unveils the varied expressions of 30 distinct souls. From the whimsical to the profound, each poet contributes a unique cadence to this anthology, creating a literary masterpiece that mirrors the vastness of the human experience.
By Maxwell Austrain3 years ago in Poets
Post YOU Depression
This is rough I can't listen to music, because every note of music has your name running right through it This is love I told you,
By Frankie Martinelli3 years ago in Poets
The son I never had
I was struck with sadness when I found out that I would never be able to have a son. But from that sadness I got inspired to write a poem that transcends time. Enjoy and comment.
By Benjamin Aubert3 years ago in Poets
Two Of Me
When I look in the mirror, Is it the real me I see? You look fat, I look thin; Tell me please; Which reflection is me?
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Chimney Smoke
I wade in still water, desperately waiting to be stolen by an orphaned current. I empty my asthmatic lungs at dense clouds, hoping I can turn
By Kale Sinclair3 years ago in Poets
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
11-25-2023 AUTHOR UNKNOWN I I am a prisoner of this aged husk.. A mirror turned in on itself.. The piercing scream echoes madly,
By Victor Mendez3 years ago in Poets
The Healing Heart
Now for my final thoughts… In the end, it was worth every step, leap, and jump. It was worth the risk, unlocking and opening every door, standing completely naked and vulnerable with open arms, heart and soul completely exposed. It was worth sharing every intimate detail knowing that there was no turning back and everything said in confidence could potentially completely destroy me, or otherwise set me free. It was worth the highs of pure joy and ecstasy, deep intimacy, unbridled connection, and intense desire and passion. It was worth the lows of cyclical thinking, pacing, sleepless nights, and overwhelming confusion. It was worth it all, for it was love…pure, true, absolute love.
By Ryan Barbin aka “Dirt”3 years ago in Poets
Verses of the Black Sands. Content Warning.
Collecting her cloak from the ground, she proceeded down the tower steps with Laukey’s band of men and eventually made it to where they had set up camp.
By E.B. Mahoney3 years ago in Poets
Verses of the Black Sands. Content Warning.
TW: Themes of violence and gore. The following is a work of fiction. The world beyond the ruins had quietened and made for an easy setting in which she could light her fire. It lit readily as she struck her stolen knife on the flint, licking at the grass, then taking a hold of the larger pieces of wood.
By E.B. Mahoney3 years ago in Poets
Verses of the Black Sands. Content Warning.
TW: Themes of violence and gore. The following is a work of fiction. Four Days Later: It gripped her and wouldn’t let go. The shame. Like a half starved serpent.
By E.B. Mahoney3 years ago in Poets