heartbreak

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

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She walked thought life The epitome of love She was the Rose That grew from Heaven To banish earthly evils to hell But on earth she met her fate
By Alyssa3 years ago in Poets
recycled bodies
we are recycled bodies trying to find a home
By Alyssa3 years ago in Poets
The Struggle is Real
The crippling pain when I remember your name, The ache that drowns in my chest, The tears that surround my broken soul, The dread laying heavily upon my breast.
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Afternoon Anamnesis
The afternoon was Bathing everything In golden light and We were sitting with Our backs against the fence Too close to be just friends
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
WHEN WE DIE . Content Warning.
In verses old, truths we find, From Ecclesiastes, words of the mind, Dust returns to Earth, spirit to God's grace, In Romans, eternal life through Christ we embrace.
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
Why?
Why? Why do I have to have a reason? For not liking someone For not liking something Have I committed some kind of treason?
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Pesky Bloody Thing
Unfortunately I have this vessel sitting inside my chest, It’s alive and beats a rhythm to it’s own bass drum, I pretend at times that I have it under my control,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Celebrating Love's Rebirth Amidst the Silence
Start writing...In a small, picturesque village nestled deep within the mountains, there lived a man named Elliot. He was known to the villagers as a recluse, someone who rarely ventured beyond the confines of his rustic cottage. The village itself was a close-knit community, where everyone knew each other's business, but Elliot remained a mystery.
By Chukwuebuka Ibe3 years ago in Poets
The Paused Birthday
September 6th is my birthday. While a special day, feels like a tragic day. My naive thoughts, my painful emotions. Left alone -- No friends, no family, and rather be that way.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
Captive hearts
In shadows deep, a teen girl's heart sways, Lost in love's labyrinth, night turns to a day. With dreams as her companions, she walks alone,
By Belly_moon3 years ago in Poets
"IT" IS "YOU"
maybe I wanted it so badly, I guess the pressure I applied in wanting it pushed you away. I'm sorry it's the only way I know how to want it. It's the only thing I ever wanted, I had no choice than to pressurize getting it. Maybe adding pressure is a wrong way of wanting and that's probably why it didn't work out.
By Suziee 3 years ago in Poets
Shootings
In the core of Oakwood, where time appeared to slow underneath the burning sun, Esther left on a critical excursion. Her strides reverberated through the calm roads as she supported her expanding stomach, a demonstration of the new life that blended inside her. A fantasy of a superior future for her youngster filled her means, however she was unable to predict the predetermination that looked for her on this customary day.
By Blessing Eboigbe3 years ago in Poets