heartbreak

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

My dear
In a way, your very existence was similar to that of an earthquake. Such which jumbled all my so called, emotional-blocks. Your very image is like a divine drink. Yet, a slow venom which is simultaneously detoxing my black heart while ever so slowly and painfully decaying my soul.
By Yukki4 years ago in Poets
Amity
Dear Congress, I watched as we sent rockets to the moon, then broke them down and converted them into Rockets that launch but land with a boom,
By Gwen Urbain4 years ago in Poets
Madness and Insanity
Madness, oh madness, my constant friend, You take my hand and lead me to the end. Through halls of darkness, we roam together,
By Dhinesh kumar.P4 years ago in Poets
In Hope of Tomorrow
Dear Tomorrow, Does this letter find you well? Does it find you in a better state of mind? Here it rains all the time and nothing is ever as it seems. Fogs roll in, making it hard to find you. I wonder, do you look for me in that fog? I can't help but hope you are hopeful of a better day too.
By E.B. Johnson 4 years ago in Poets
Indignation
I approached you with exposure But you didn’t offer me closure You dared to entertain An unfair game Of cat and mouse Except I’m the cat
By Kt4 years ago in Poets
The glasses
Disappointment struck me like a bolt of lightning, As I stood there with my new glasses, squinting, Unsure of what to make of this new change,
By Leeann4 years ago in Poets
Orion's Belt
My Dearest Greggory, While I was strolling on the beach one night, reflecting on my path, I pondered this existence, and why you had to pass.
By Friendly Fox 4 years ago in Poets
Being Single is Fun
My husband betrayed me with my sister, Dissed her whenever I ran into her in public, Sick of how he claimed his love when it wasn’t honest.
By Diani Alvarenga4 years ago in Poets
Dream Lad
As I steal a sun-drenched nap, A whirl of colors knit a cap Around my head; They make a scene. I dream. -- In the scene there is a lad
By Nora Novak4 years ago in Poets
Seville
To that little corner of Seville The only corner with that windy chill Passionately drunk just past midnight Our melody lit by the moonlight
By Some Guy4 years ago in Poets
Orion's Belt
Orion's Belt When strolling on the beach one night, reflecting on my path, I pondered this existence, and why you had to pass.
By Friendly Fox 4 years ago in Poets
Watching What You Can't Hold
smoke-stack girl floating just beyond reach - when i said i like chocolate delicacies i meant mouthfuls of milo and strawberries on spoons
By Stevi-Lee Alver4 years ago in Poets