heartbreak

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

Am I Free To Go Now?
Am I free to go now? Am I free from the spell Of this Odyssean hell Trapped in someone’s paradise They say, “Oh, but it’s so nice”
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Show me your naked pain
Sins and flaws And it’s acceptance he attempted to withdraw Being born With absolute disgrace This secret to embrace Just to inform
By Chacha Jaramillo3 years ago in Poets
You Are Invisible
You are invisible like dark matter Except that the latter may not exist I wondered if you were only chatter But then remembered your realness checklist
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
Selfless
There once was a demon named Luci, Who took his job of corrupting quite loosely, He saved others many times from peril, And just like Scrooge in The Christmas Carol,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
When The Dealing’s Done
Round and around On this emotional ride To find what I found and then hold it inside The secrets to change This unimaginable heart
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Curious
Curious? You must be. I saw you stalking the trail behind my house. ****** You said, good bye months ago but there you were.
By Sheila L. Chingwa3 years ago in Poets
I see Ghosts
I found myself thinking about you Who am I kidding As if that's anything new You're with me all the time The ghost of my past mistakes
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
We Sold Our Souls for RRSPs!
Rock and roll! Yeah, man!! We were all gonna rock hard!!! The bill's due when...? Damn... *(Note on the term RRSP: this is the Canadian Registered Retirement Savings Plan, something that we pay into for our future retirement; and we hope that we can still rock...)
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Trauma bond . Content Warning.
as he is standing at my door i am forced to apologise once more from my eyes, the tears pour my mistakes, he keeps score
By Kiesha’s Diary3 years ago in Poets
Stars
the moon bled gold last night and it spilled into the still ocean. the constellations moved into pretty pictures but fate
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
It’s not me, it’s you
In the realm of toxic love, we once were bound, A whirlwind of emotions, like a tempest unbound. Through the sadness and tears, we learned to cope,
By Kiesha’s Diary3 years ago in Poets
You Want the Truth?
I’m doing worse than you think I am . The truth is we are all trying to escape the same pain The truth is I blame you The men in my life are sh_
By L.I.E3 years ago in Poets