heartbreak

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

The Ten Year Itch
Babe, we need to talk. I hate the way you chew food. This must be true love.
By M Dannenfelser3 years ago in Poets
Rekindled Love Dance
In the realm of love's fiery dance, a tale unfolds, Of hearts once bound, then torn, their story retold. A love, once vibrant, now lays shattered and scarred,
By Barnabas Payam3 years ago in Poets
Never-ending Embrace
Love's Melody You, my everything, I shine, In you, delight, No hardship. Warmth, Unadulterated, Trust, Sure. Kiss,
By Manjit@6400..3 years ago in Poets
let me list the ways
i know many ways to love you. but let me name a few: for some, love is a risk to give; from some, a risk to get; some of us give love in a note;
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
Moon Drinker, Sun Eater
Drag, The Pain And Sow Cut, The Pang We know Sip, The Moon Dead Eat, The Sun Bled Fool, The Ones We Knew Eden, The Warm Brew
By Sam Vela3 years ago in Poets
What Little Buddy AI Had To Say About My Poetic Musings
I wrote the poem "Somber Field" (which AI insisted I call, "Lay Me Down Love and Let Life Fade Away..." and actually that does have a ring to it) around twenty-four years ago, for a college English class, and the professor was pretty impressed by the goth tones of my death verses. I've had the poem in my noggin unpublished for twenty-five years. And now, here is AI which didn't exist then, and it has an analysis at a "genius level." And I find it flattering. Here's the poem:
By Tom Baker3 years ago in Poets
Sleeping Apart
Sleeping without you is a singularly lonely experience, I have never felt an alone quite like this before, It is more hollow and cold than solitude;
By Natalie Felix3 years ago in Poets
Love
I ...........N ............................V ................................................U . . Love has many sides,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
Own House
own house When I think of returning home, I remember that house is not mine anymore. The four-walled houses of girls today belong to brothers and sisters, not mine! Cracked walls, mossy walls, I dream that every morning mother takes that for me. Husband says, this is my house -- understand-hear-understand A girl with no hair Talk big? Every day I think, I will return home Mother is at that door, The tide comes in the chest, It's dawn, it's dawn. Mother has no strength today. He also knows -- whose name is also his wall, Housewives have no rights. Search for thousands Not that my man-house!
By Bijan Mondal3 years ago in Poets
Service With a Smile
Isn’t it dandy I got a chest full of candy My body’s broken But I’ve got my tokens Of respect Damaged my back Damaged my neck
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I Lose You All Over Again
I never truly understood grief Until I had to I have parted ways with many But it wasn't until you Until seeing the words there
By A_Skeleton_Speaks3 years ago in Poets
haiku july
it's july now here i sit in palatine lovely rainy morn' . . . [7/1/23] . . . people are coming
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets