heartbreak

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

Snow Globe Shatter
My snow globe shattered into pieces, Some curved, others straight, some tiny - Others a few inches. The floor became flooded with little dots of glitter,
By Rosie J. Sargent4 years ago in Poets
Flower of Night
In the stillness of the night, Amidst the darkness and the moon's light, A flower blooms in solitude, Its beauty shining with fortitude.
By junaid mughal4 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, Why did you leave me? I would’ve given you more than I’ve given anyone. Even as just my friend and confidant, I had given you more than I had given anyone, gladly and freely. I am in pain now and I know you haven’t truly read hardly anything of mine in a long time, I’m sure. I can’t even see your art anymore, except in my old posted letters you sent me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
blue hopes
everything I ever had they were just hollow hopes made on its way to you every time we talked this topic was forsaken, poured out
By Sun Bee4 years ago in Poets
she says no
A manipulative boy, with a silver tongue, Talks of love, but it's always wrong. He speaks of things that make her blush, And when she says no, he plays the rush.
By Hammd Ahtisham4 years ago in Poets
Complexity
Sometimes it's easier To see what we want to see in people Instead of what is really there To see the best in all people
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Poets
A Broken Heart
My heart is broken My love is gone I can't go on I'm left alone My hope is shattered My dreams are crushed My faith is tattered
By Arnold Ken4 years ago in Poets
LOVE
Roses are red, violets are blue, Our love is like a flame, so strong and true The feelings between us are so real, Making my heart skip a beat and I can't help but feel
By Arnold Ken4 years ago in Poets
Last Letter
I found out you were gone on April Fool's. However mean, I prayed it was a joke, But truth reverberated through my soul: You'd left like an ephemeral wisp of smoke.
By D'Shan Berry4 years ago in Poets
Dear J
Thirteen years. Thirteen years since we last spoke. Thirteen years since we've last shared a thought; since we've last shared a secret.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Poets
Is it enough?
Sharing advice that falls on deaf ears, showing kindness to only be taken for granted, offering a hand for them to then expect it from you,
By A. Nguyen4 years ago in Poets
Sand
yes the sunny sandy waves are curves Curves on my body Body parts that I have Can’t be washed away Like a beach Or a sandy shore
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets