heartbreak

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

Rooted Memories
Memories of my life go back decades Some are pleasant, some are incredibly sad Some are tragic, and some are defining Some rave of triumphs, some reek of losses
By Susan Payton9 months ago in Poets
The Broken Pencil
The Broken Pencil The broken pencil lies where I left it, a thin, cold wound across my quiet space. Its snapped-off point
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
A Longing Carved
A Longing Carved A longing carved in breath and blood and stone, it moves through me as if it owns my veins. It turns the night
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
The Thought of You
The Thought of You The thought of you keeps tapping at my door, a slow insistence I cannot stop. It moves through me like heat in shadows,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
The Sun That Rose on My Fading Dusk. AI-Generated.
This ghazal portrays the transformative power of love—how a single presence can awaken color, bloom, and warmth in an otherwise cold memory. Through imagery of sun, blossoms, and whispered prayers, the poem reflects how longing turns every breeze into a message and every moment into an echo of the beloved.
By heasb00210 months ago in Poets
the Breath That Follows Every Step. AI-Generated.
This ghazal explores the luminous ache that a beloved leaves behind—how their memory transforms night into light, how their breath seems to travel through the wind, and how absence itself becomes a presence. It is a poem about longing, memory, and the delicate tension between distance and closeness.
By heasb00110 months ago in Poets
Whisper of Dawnlight
This ghazal captures the quiet kind of longing that awakens with the morning light. The beloved appears in delicate forms—sun, breeze, shadow—becoming inseparable from the world around the lover. It describes a love that is subtle, mystical, and deeply woven into the rhythms of nature.
By Rahatweb Website10 months ago in Poets
Under the Cold Shine
The things I should have said and done Are burning, tearing holes of honesty Under the cold shine of life's winter sun / Would choices be different under a gun Saving me from emotional travesty The things I should have said and done / Avoid the fate of Attila the mighty Hun Benefit from a merciful amnesty Under the cold shine of life's winter sun / From me the crowd’s eyes would not shun Would turn against fate in cambistry The things I should have said and done / Gripping the ripcord before it became a run And not suffer the stain of my tanistry Under the cold shine of life's winter sun / Could stand atop the hill as the battle is won And revel in the profane-free majesty The things I should have said and done Under the cold shine of life's winter sun
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Poets
The Rise and Fall of Potential
With the sun, I let our potential fade I wish I’d let us shine Now I’m living in eternal shade It would’ve been nice if hope had stayed
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro10 months ago in Poets
Mother of my Dreams. Honorable Mention in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
I built a mother from stardust and dreams. I tell the world she is the real one, though — the original is not what she seems.
By Lizzy Rose10 months ago in Poets
Intersection. Honorable Mention in Villanelle of Regret Challenge.
I will never cease to plead For you to take another way. Why do you never heed? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Could you not just let me lead?
By Sonia Heidi Unruh10 months ago in Poets