heartbreak

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

There Should Be No WAR
In a world where hearts are free, A place where peace is meant to be. No thunder roars, no cannons roar, In the realm where there should be no war.
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
From A Shattered Glass House. Content Warning.
They always say that people who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones. So I've never thrown anything harder than balled up socks.
By Ashley Tripp3 years ago in Poets
The Pretty Pink Pill. Content Warning.
I lean my forehead against the cool exterior of the fridge door. At around 5 AM, I tore my blanket off the bed, after deciding that the inevitable, insomniacious, dance in the sheets was not worth the panic that comes to me in the dark. I stacked my flimsy, old pillows against the wall in my kitchen - my stringent kitchen - and plugged in my lamp, the one that glows a unique kind of gold.
By Jamie Ramsay3 years ago in Poets
Without me
Without me, the world goes on its way, No pause, no halt, no sigh to betray. The sun still rises, the moon takes its flight,
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
Vicissitudes
My second entry for Mackenzie's "I'd read your grocery list" challenge (Link at the bottom). I have tried to go hardcore list for this one, not sure how well it came out. Its a very clear story in my head, at least!
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Poets
Faded
In the echoes of memories, faint and blurred, Lie moments and dreams, like a distant bird. Faded are the colors of the days gone by,
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
Never Alone
I'm never truly alone. I bring pieces of you along with me in every step. Every miserable step. And when it gets too hard to walk the path fate set for me I stop.
By David Cub3 years ago in Poets
A World With No Color
The ghostly, dark shadows creep along the edges of the ground like an oncoming wave that blankets the gritty sand. A hush falls, tumbling into the darkness. The lyrical sound of life is extinguished like a candle’s flame.
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
plans
i swallow white pills for breakfast along with my orange juice and regret because plan A keep your hands to yourself
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
On Confinement
I sit across the table from my accomplice in the chamber of the mental holding office our hands churched into our laps. We are not permitted
By bishnu prasad3 years ago in Poets
Dreams
Dreams, see me walking through that door, Where hopes unfurl, and spirits soar. On pathways woven by the night, In visions that transcend the light.
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets
Happy Birthday
On this day, your birthday, we grieve and we pray, For the child not with us, who should be here today. A tender soul, innocent, a life to embrace,
By Haris Hadzic3 years ago in Poets