heartbreak

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

Whisper, "Aloha!"
Closing my eyes I can still remember the sound of a waterfall splashing over stone as it cascades down a path to replenish
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Poets
poetry
Your treachery's stain, Like ink, it taints my mind's page, Words etched on my soul.
By Madiha Masood3 years ago in Poets
My Inner Child. Content Warning.
In shadows deep, my days of old, Where hurt and pain took firm a hold, A wounded child, I once did roam, In search of solace, finding home.
By Kel3 years ago in Poets
If I Don’t Love You
If I don’t love you Everything about you changes So much so That I learn your decomposition And can never unsee it If I don’t love you
By Vicious Avarice3 years ago in Poets
fleeting muse
everybody dared to leave me, even you you helped me once, then spit me out to the crowd – it was more important, that flock of crows
By Sun Bee3 years ago in Poets
from the ashes. Content Warning.
from the ashes i am not born again, but i don’t feel like who i was. so, maybe, i will finally feel like who i am, like me again-
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Into the Unknown
With my head literally in the clouds on a cold chilly morn, On top of the world incipient to a new adventure, My thoughts turn to you unexplainably,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
To: Daddio
One Year- It’s been rough. Like your beard against my skin, Loss embracingly pricks memories of you from my brain. I can’t seem to find order in my Life,
By Sofia Loren Perez3 years ago in Poets
I’m officially done
NOT EVEN CAPITAL LETTERS ARE STRONG ENOUGH FOR YOU TO SEE HOW FRUSTRATED I AM WITH YOU. It angers my heart that you craved me through intimacy while I craved you through just you being you,
By Diani Alvarenga3 years ago in Poets
THE BULLY I FELL IN LOVE WITH
everyone was afraid of him but it seems that is what brought you closer to my heart. My heart yearned for you to be near little did I know a bully is a bully and a predator always has a favorite prey. I consciously chose to be your favorite prey. I knew it would be painful, I expected no warmthness but the coldness of an alpha and you tore me to the last recognizable beast. Till now i still see roses can only exist in two colors red and black. The toxicity and the hurt had its own pleasure, the darkness had its own fragrance and my soul was a tin to the ice. I am just like you but i coil up to show timidness. Every morning I will make sure I arrive first just to watch you enter and walk like a proud alpha and i fall deeper in love. Your eyes witha grim non-chalant smile would be the best one yet. You are not good for me but then what could i possibly do rather that wait for you to notice or treat me nicely.
By Damaris Maina3 years ago in Poets
A Struggle Within
Sometimes it feels like there’s a constant haze surrounding me. Like something is blurring my vision. Or someone. A soft whisper behind me urges me to turn back.
By Karissa King3 years ago in Poets
Machine Wash Warm Tumble Dry
In a past life the day didn't always start with the sunrise. In a past life the day didn't always have a "routine." In a past life the habit was a wash of hot mess of whirling and wringing. A fierce force, sometimes of my own fruition, a sucking the marrow out of life kind of thing. Other times... Other times, life was leading me. At some points there would be rough routines, but nothing close to an imaginable "mundane" of traditional life.
By Talya3 years ago in Poets