heartbreak

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

Unseen Love, Unheard Words"
In a world of hidden desires and unspoken dreams, A tale of unrequited love, or so it seems, "I love you more today than yesterday," I confess,
By Naome Mogaswa3 years ago in Poets
I don’t understand
I don’t understand this The memory of you has faded Like a grand sand castle on the beach It took time, but really not all that much
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
Adulting Fail
First posh adult job Law firm marble lobby slip Winter panties shown
By Kimberly Satriale3 years ago in Poets
Valhalla Poem. Content Warning.
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven Darlin meet you in Valhalla Devil gunless Gangsta Bats with wings of tattered skin
By Karun 3 years ago in Poets
guilt. Content Warning.
to have a full stomach to eat a full meal to drink a full bottle to have a hospital and a school a vehicle mobility education
By Belle3 years ago in Poets
The Difference of 6,000 Miles. Content Warning.
6,227 miles. That is the distance between my home state of Kentucky and the Palestinian land in Gaza. Over 6,000 miles provide me safety. Safety from bombings, massacres, torture, evictions, violations of human rights, and only God knows what else.
By Ashley Tripp3 years ago in Poets
Third Wheel -
How was I to know? Your marriage was on the rocks. You begged me for help. ***** How could I help you? I had my eye on a guy,
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Poets
"Celestial Ballet". Content Warning.
In the vast expanse of cosmic dreams, Where starlight gleams in endless streams, A symphony of orbs in silent flight, Our solar system dances in the night.
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
up like confetti down like glitter
does not seem legit how many sorrys you have Disingenuous you throw up sorrys like confetti. Please stop ‘cause - comes down like glitter
By Talya3 years ago in Poets
FRAGILE
As I pack up my Life (to leave behind the supposed "comfort" of this rut I insisted on furnishing) I scratch out old labels on my secondhand
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Poets
The Strength Of Bare Bones
A knife through the heart, my heart in my hands My hands tearing apart, things I can't understand What tears can be cried, when the well is run dry
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
i bleed
i bleed in blue and show you everything i want you to see. i talk about the scrapes and bruises that have scabbed and barely left a
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets