heartbreak

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

Main Street (POEM)
One heartbroken spring I found myself running away from home, hoping to find some flowers and a mirror to relinquish my sorrow.
By Jesus Eduardo Lopez Alvarez3 years ago in Poets
A Messy Divorce. Content Warning.
They went through a messy divorce. They yelled and shouted until their voices were hoarse. They wanted to slap each other, of course.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Bianca
Oh, Bianca, a free spirit shining bright, A soul of laughter, love, and pure delight. With every step, you danced upon life's stage,
By Vnessa Hdz3 years ago in Poets
Burning poems. Runner-Up in the Short and Sweet Challenge.
The once read poem That you made for my blue eyes Why did you burn them away? * To make it easy To bare the pain in some way
By Some Guy3 years ago in Poets
Crushed Crescendo. Content Warning.
In a world of dreams deferred, a tale unfolds, Of a young child's yearning, left untold. With music in his heart and a soul aflame,
By Riz Joseph Lamberte3 years ago in Poets
Forever Remain
There once was a woman whose heart was broken. She shed silent tears for words left unspoken. Drowning in sorrow and torn by pain. Knowing her heart would never be the same. Time heals all wounds and pain slowly fades. But scars this deep, forever remain.
By Chanell Pingrey 3 years ago in Poets
Sun
The sun in the sky I turn my eyes to the east But your eyes were west
By Some Guy3 years ago in Poets
A Star is to Me as the The Sun is to We
If only I can make the moon sigh my name once more with the same care that you used to do mine—like an amen hung in the eve sky
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
Crooked Jewels
This wasn't what I expected. . When I was up late, blinding myself with the light of the moon, Thinking about leaving the blood and tears behind me soon,
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Poets
A Tribute to My Beloved Brother
In the depths of sorrow's embrace, I sing, A tribute to a brother lost, a cherished being. A tale of injustice, greed's cruel hand,
By Yanger Mollier3 years ago in Poets
Love...
Love... what is this? I do not know. At one time I felt I knew. Now I am not sure. Time has made me hard. Life is hard.
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Poets
House Rules
We don't yell. We feel our emotions and are welcome to do so but nothing negative towards each other may be expressed in a physical or verbal way.
By Lindsey Altom3 years ago in Poets