heartbreak

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

Eclipse
I had a lover who saw the sun in me He embraced my warmth and basked in my light He saw brightness and beauty in me He adored my ability to help others grow
By Imani Walton3 years ago in Poets
Trying to keep my head up
Finding many ways to keep myself from crying, Not knowing if I can continue to live life blindly. Constantly thinking how hard it was to see you lie to my face,
By Carla SofiiLove Garcia 3 years ago in Poets
How Do I Tell You...?
How do I tell them I'm tired? Not in the sleeping type of tired, but the "I need to stop existing" type of tired. How do I tell them I have no fight left? Because I have said that before and they didn't believe me and kept having me continue fighting.
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Poets
The Needing Voices
In Daluun, a land up north A land I once called home, I was given chance to take my place, And ascend unto a throne. The kingdom had been growing,
By Henry Shaw3 years ago in Poets
I Did Not Ask For This
I lay in the comfort of my bed. With time ticking over and I can't pause the loop in my head. It's late. The struggle of AM is here to follow. I didn't ask for this.
By Dempsey Quartermaine3 years ago in Poets
The Attack on Marriage’s
As 2023 is concluding, I wanted to touch on the topic of marriage. If you've been reading and watching the news, you are seeing celebrities getting divorced left and right. It seems like there's a dark cloud over marriages. And personally, I'm sure many of us know that "happy" uncle and aunt who have been married for 30 years, "suddenly" calling it quits. What seems to be going on with marriages in 2023?
By Samuel 3 years ago in Poets
Dear Past. Content Warning.
Dear past, You tormented me, Terrified me, And you tortured me. You hurt me, Assaulted me, And, psychologically abused me.
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
Why Doesn't it Fit?. Top Story - October 2023.
Why will it not fit? Why won't the damn kettle fit? Milk goes in the fridge. * No matter the force No matter the damn angle
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
The Golden Circle
Eighteen He yelled, and she cried, Who cares the color of walls? Unwitting, love died. • Twenty-One Red Roses enhance
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Kuntilanak Haunting Beauty in the Shadows
Amidst the moonlight's ghostly gleam In shadowed realms where specters teem A Kuntilanak with hair cascading long Sings her mournful haunting song
By Adrian Wordsmith3 years ago in Poets
Little Clock. Top Story - October 2023.
I tick, tock, this little clock. Awoken by the same relentless day. Colder rays, calendar crosses each away. Wonder and excitement left long, arm in arm, long gone.
By Mark R. Cieslak3 years ago in Poets
The Portal in My Couch
Couches live and breathe. They can read emotions faster than me. In art school, couches live in all studios. The most dedicated students are cradled by couches and sleep in studios.
By Melynda Kloc3 years ago in Poets