heartbreak

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

Synthestetic Goodbye
“Ki, I’m leaving you. I can’t do this anymore.” “Why baby?” “It’s your women. There’s always someone else.” “It’s my childhood baby, all the years of neglect.”
By Kiwani Williams3 years ago in Poets
The 16th of When With No End in Sight
“It never gets any more personal than the insertion of a baboon tree into the walls of the waterfall.” He writes to her. She laughs aloud and it seems like every time she does, another piece of her past brushes off of her shoulder like sweeping a ton of rocks off the edge of a cliff with no ending in sight.
By Kiwani Williams3 years ago in Poets
Player
In the realm of love's intricate dance, Where hearts entwine in a fragile trance, There exists a shadow, dark and deep, A tale of deceit that secrets keep.
By Cosmo3 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable Bonds
In the depths of sorrow's embrace, I stand, With tear-stained cheeks and trembling hand, A tribute woven from love's endless thread,
By Victor UZOMA3 years ago in Poets
When you left
Naïve, anxiety ridden, so scared of the world and unable to hold my head up. That’s how you met me. You gave me the confidence to explore, learn, and, most importantly, look up and take it all head-on. You slowly faded away, taking away all the lessons that you taught. Leaving me to relearn how to hold my head up high, to walk straight to what I want knowing you won’t be there to catch me this time.
By Emma Jane3 years ago in Poets
Slipping in the Current
Time became fluid, Poured un-ending As we tried to swim Against a current, Propelling us onward Caught in the ladder, But catching snippets
By Katrina Thornley3 years ago in Poets
HUMAN
Throughout the ages, from the time when stones ruled the land and mankind first emerged as a curious being, our journey has been one of ceaseless exploration and growth. In the Stone Age, our ancestors honed their survival instincts, venturing into caves and crafting tools that propelled them forward. The subsequent eras of bronze and iron witnessed the rise of empires and the flourishing of civilizations, leaving behind awe-inspiring monuments. Trade routes connected distant lands, fostering cultural exchange and intellectual pursuits. Centuries unfolded with remarkable progress, marked by the Renaissance's awakening of the human mind, where art and science flourished hand in hand. The Industrial Revolution brought forth a new wave of transformative power, paving the way for cities to rise and challenges to be confronted. World wars tested our resilience but also birthed a collective hope through the formation of the United Nations. The acceleration of technology in the modern era propelled us into a digitally interconnected world, revolutionizing how we access knowledge and breaking down barriers. Today, we stand in an era defined by diversity, seeking harmony as we navigate the complexities of our time. As we continue our journey, let us draw wisdom from the past, shaping a future that embraces progress and cultivates a deeper understanding of our shared human history.
By Asif Ali3 years ago in Poets
The Unheard cry of a Unnoticed Soul
The Unheard cries of Unnoticed Soul" From the earliest moments of life, this soul poured out love and care to those around, hoping for a reciprocation that never came. It spoke in silent whispers, expressing its desires and vulnerabilities, but no ears were there to listen. Days turned into years, and the longing grew stronger, yet the soul remained invisible, hidden from the world's gaze.
By Valmir Topalli3 years ago in Poets
Love's Laughter, Heartbreak's Hilarity:
In the realm where love and laughter collide, A tale of whimsy and heartbreak does reside. So gather 'round and prepare for the show,
By J.C. Goodman3 years ago in Poets
Zainab's Triumph
Once lost and alone in a foreign land, Zainab's heart was broken, her dreams unmanned. Her husband had left without a word,
By Kanza 3 years ago in Poets
black sharpie
it’s hard to forget you when you are written all over my body like black sharpie that even if i scrubbed my body raw would still be so black.
By Sara 3 years ago in Poets
"Whispers of a Vanished Realm: A Poetic Tribute to the Lost World"
In a world now lost, whispers fade, Where beauty dwelled and dreams were made. Gone are the lands of untamed wonder, Leaving behind a silence, torn asunder.
By Sarath S3 years ago in Poets