heartbreak

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

Poverty is a wound that doesn't bleed
In the streets where the poor do dwell, A stark reality is hard to quell. A life of want, a life of need, Poverty is a wound that doesn't bleed.
By Safeera Sathar4 years ago in Poets
The Essence of a Beautiful Soul: Beyond Color and Appearance
As I stand here facing the mirror, I see two versions of myself. One inside the reflective surface, the other outside. I feel like I'm living on the fringes of a world that's gone mad.
By Abimanyu G R4 years ago in Poets
Girls they come and girls they go
Girls they come and girls they go Sparkles, rainbows, and love, you know Some are brave and others meek Each an inspiration and delight to seek
By Hamza Shafiq4 years ago in Poets
Dead Soldier
To my pounding head's dismay, It was clear there would be no café. The pot, it was sick, Not even a click, Or a light on the menu display.
By Packrat Poet4 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, Despite all my above surface level work that may seem positive or happy, I am truly desolate and deeply depressed. I think I’m trying to work through it with these poems and letters and stories I pen down. I think it helps for a few moments. I am merely staving off the inevitable pull of deep mind numbing agony.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
"It's me, hi!"...
Determined not to be a spinster, she went online to see Whether there was someone she could spend her time with joyfully She agreed to a date
By Annie4 years ago in Poets
Thursday Afternoon
And you who I love are just a hair away Or maybe ten steps But it could also be a thousand light years You are the one I love no longer before
By Ekos4 years ago in Poets
Selena
special, “she is special, I know it” Youth crushed A taste of fame, vicarious living in a Blue Moon The taste is pretty and bitter
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Depression Is The New Aesthetic
I’ll take the pain With a dose of analgesic Depression is the new aesthetic Modern day media Has been romanticising Alcohol and nicotine
By Mila R'Kab4 years ago in Poets
Retirement
As an adult, you must work and pay tax. A 60-year period is required for each back. With 40 hours each week, You've got little time left to sleep.
By Dr. Constance Quigley4 years ago in Poets
Robbery
I once had the energy to run. I dreamed of traveling the world under the sun. So I worked every day. I gave my whole life away.
By Dr. Constance Quigley4 years ago in Poets
Go FIGure it out
Some lad and a sweet girl Maria Once had a perfect rendezvous idea. When he asked, "It's a date?" She burped, "'Tis a fig, mate!"
By Andrei Z.4 years ago in Poets