heartbreak

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

The Hunt For My Flame
I’ve been in search of two things my whole life. Purpose and satisfaction Knowing who I am, what I’m meant for and finding my joy in it.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
After the Key Broke
After the Key Broke It snapped like a tired sentence— Half of it is still inside the mouth of the lock. I held the other half dumbly,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Restless Heart
A heart that longs, yet never rests, Chasing shadows, seeking the best. The sun may rise, the dreams may come, Yet still it whispers, “You’re not done.”
By Life Hopes11 months ago in Poets
Broken
— A Poem About Strength in Scars I am broken, but not undone, My pieces shimmer in the sun. Each crack a story, each scar a song, Proof that I’ve been brave this long. From shattered pain, new light has spoken — I am not weak, just beautifully broken. ---
By Huzaifa Writer11 months ago in Poets
Hate Me...Love Me...Break Me...Save Me From Hell
I want to close the casket I want to close the door Hide from the war that is my mind The battle waging inside of me Is anything ever going to change?
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️11 months ago in Poets
Monster Crawling Under My Skin
There’s something wrong with my skin. Something that’s caused it to mold, To blister and boil As if I were strong enough to burn it away.
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️11 months ago in Poets
Soul Search
I was born empty, a beast, always hunting for a soul of my own.
By Lizzy Rose11 months ago in Poets
Stillwater
Minnows float upward. Coke bottle lake slow falling - The sky plays dead well.
By River and Celia in Underland11 months ago in Poets
What My Poetry Means to Me
What My Poetry Means to Me It is the breath I never speak aloud, a whisper that hides behind my eyes, a place where the world softens,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Lost Dreams
Sharp words numb my hands. Gutted fantasies cloak me. Footsteps here and there.
By Putri Ojong11 months ago in Poets
Help, My Husband’s Been Stolen
Help, My Husband’s Been Stolen The morning comes slow. I wake alone. Sunlight spills across chairs. I remember. His shoes by the door,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
When the light forgets
--- --- --- the --- light --- forgotten --- --- --- nothing --- to --- save you --- from --- death --- --- by --- --- paranoia --- ---
By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets