heartbreak

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

I trusted you
I trusted you I trusted you Do you hear me? God, I trusted you I opened myself like a wound. Showing you locked doors I would never open
By Skippie Petrova10 months ago in Poets
Fragments of a Heart Left Behind
Journal Entry Day 229 I thought we were building something real once. My heart feels heavy again, and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t. I carry the weight of the love I hold so dearly for her — or maybe it’s just loneliness trying to fill the gaps of her carved into my thoughts. No matter what I do, I can’t extinguish the light I hold of these memories. I can’t stop the gripping ache in my chest, as if my heart is beating its last beat.
By Logan Halverson-Bergez10 months ago in Poets
Roots of My Own Heart
Roots of My Own Heart I feel the roots break, Inside my chest, Reaching for moments, Never at rest. They twist through memories,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Coming Soon, Iʻll Be Gone. Runner-Up in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
Itʻs feeling the winds that once fanned a blazing, wild fire Slow down, soften and begin to dance in swirls around the remaining flicker,
By Pōlani Monderen 10 months ago in Poets
Ashes that Remember Our Names
By evening, the room has that orange hush that makes the smallest sounds important— the grate clicking as it cools, the soft sift of ash making snow of the rug’s edge,
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
Heart On The Floor
I've always made myself less So that you’d love me more I tore my heart from my chest You threw it on the floor I cut my tongue from my mouth
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
When the Air Begins to Forget. AI-Generated.
The wind no longer hums — it whispers. What was once a golden breath of warmth now carries the scent of iron and frost. Leaves don’t dance anymore;
By shakir hamid10 months ago in Poets
Litany of the Cooling Hearth
The fire learns our names in vowels of heat, then forgets them, syllable by syllable, as if unspelling a blessing. ༺ _ ༻
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
1982 Pontiac. Content Warning.
On a hot summer day, a day like any other, Gleeful urban youth, run and chase one another, hydrants cracked open to cool melanin skin,
By Ezekiel Xander10 months ago in Poets
The Orchard Where Hearts Broke
The Orchard Where Hearts Broke We met in shade Fruit hanging low Your smile warm My heart open Joy circled us Light on the path
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
A Warm Christmas
Warmth enveloped me for what seemed like the first time Closure never seemed quite so gentle like this flame Burning with a reddish and orange glow with a mix of key-lime
By Matthew Mccahey10 months ago in Poets
Little One, Don’t Forget
Hush now, little one, pull the moonlight up to your chin. The stars are whispering secrets, and I’ve got one to tuck you in.
By Brie Boleyn10 months ago in Poets