heartbreak

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

Faded upside down
is it like hiding behind the scenes to topple over a boat? Is it just underneath the floorboards or is the idea in my old silver lined pocket coat?
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Daylight Savings
They keep changing the clocks, what a shame. Why can't they just keep time the same? Kids wake at sunrise I can't open my eyes
By Kristen Balyeat4 years ago in Poets
Dear Jane
Dear Jane, It’s been nearly a week, I hope you have had a productive and peaceful time. I have sent several poems and letters to you over the last several days, I hope you received them well in a timely fashion. You do not have to respond to all of them, I merely intend to write to you in any case to let you know I will always appreciate your friendship and keep you in my prayers and thoughts.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
Music Mayhem
The ace violinist was bowing, The bickering oarsmen were rowing. There is trouble on stage. The violinist is filled with rage.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
The Old Man's Teeth
An old man named Keith, Tried to blow out his candles and lost his teeth. His family started to laugh, When the dentures flew in their path,
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
Love is
Love One word A thousand meanings Millions of events It made you fall into the magic And then you will be heartbroken After that, you hate it
By Ekos4 years ago in Poets
I Think This Is The End
There is always something left unsaid. Different conversations between our eyes and our words. Endless creativity haunts my nights.
By Sarah Clif4 years ago in Poets
First Date
I asked her out on a first date, My heart was pounding, I couldn't wait, But she turned me down, My smile turned to a frown,
By Erick Gardner4 years ago in Poets
The Love Song
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
The Road Not Taken
Frost’s father, William Prescott Frost, Jr., was a journalist with ambitions of establishing a career in California, and in 1873 he and his wife moved to San Francisco.
By abdul4 years ago in Poets
Tournaments of my soul
Ouch! I just stepped on a Lego, And my foot feels like it's been hit by a torpedo. I scream and I howl, As I hop like an owl,
By Erick Gardner4 years ago in Poets
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer" by Walt Whitman When I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
By abdul4 years ago in Poets