heartbreak

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

The Soft Apocalypse
The Soft Apocalypse The world did not explode on cue or split along its spine; It frayed in little tender ways—like yours and sometimes mine.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
When Love Died
When Love Died When love died the room fell still, a quiet settled on the walls, and every breath felt heavy then, as if the air was learning grief.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Must the Kindest Always Sacrifice for an Uneasy Peace?
In situations of inequality, a false "peace" often prevails only through the sacrifice of the kindest person. When that kind person finally refuses to sacrifice any longer, they are instantly branded a "disruptor of harmony." Believe it or not, this dynamic is a reality for many.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
The Serial Killer
The Serial Killer He walked the night in steady steps, a shadow moving through the streets, and though the world around him slept,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Run!
you pull me in you push me away i don't know who i'm supposed to be today i don't know what you want and you won't tell me
By Bren11 months ago in Poets
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be
The Man That Was Spooky as Can Be He walked the lanes when night was near, His eyes like glass, his voice unclear. A hat pulled low, his coat too wide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
The Mirth-Masked Rue
The good boy in view Will never see behind the mirth and honey mask the oceans colliding, He'll never know such rue The lament he'll never know of the one who can't choose
By Ava D. 11 months ago in Poets
The Candle That Burned and Dripped Pure Blood
The Candle That Burned and Dripped Pure Blood It stood in silence, wax white and thin, A fragile ghost where fire had been.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
When Mirrors Blink
When Mirrors Blink Some mornings, glass forgets my face and gives me someone new— a version half a frame to the left, a shade the wrong-hued you.
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
love me (to ashes to ashes)
ash falls like snow around us and none of it touching you I will do anything anything not to lose my favorite escape and my best excuse
By Amber Grace11 months ago in Poets
Magdalena and Selene
I knew a girl named Magdalena once, a long time ago. She was smart and beautiful, * honey colored hair and cat green eyes,
By David Muñoz11 months ago in Poets
Dear Moon
O gentle Moon in silver hue, I am writing to you. Here on Earth, our science weeps— No cure for the pain that cancer keeps.
By Anthony Chan11 months ago in Poets