heartbreak

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

The Gilded Flame
I walk toward it a lantern hung too high, gilded its flame licking the edges of a nation its glow a command: “Bow. Obey. Forget.”
By Tim Carmichael11 months ago in Poets
Color Theory
color theory lavender, mint, a trace of pink and suddenly everything d i s s o l v e d between us
By Katarina Beronja11 months ago in Poets
The Lantern Year
This year was like ice cracking under your feet— It was thin in the places that I thought were solid. The sky was bruised, and the mornings were gray as ash.
By Dylan Deckard11 months ago in Poets
The Walking Numb
I'm still skeptical That it's possible After all of these years I'm Doubtful Fearful Stuck.... How is one to recover
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Three Moments That Changed How I Love
I. The Kitchen at 2h11. The kettle clicked off like a door deciding, steam braiding the dark into something gentler. I stood barefoot on a crumb constellation,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Dreams begin in a cold, blank space
I lay down upon the crisp landscape, my breath cloud visible in the frigid air. I could stay here forever, and be truly happy.
By Melissa Ingoldsby11 months ago in Poets
What We Left Unsaid
I still remember how quiet the room became when we stopped trying to fix it. No shouting, no slammed doors— just the sound of two people
By Anthony Scott11 months ago in Poets
Tantrum
Tantrum You appeared in school one day You were strong, but fast I think someone was irritating me So I got mad like any other
By K. Exum11 months ago in Poets
We Forgot to Stay
We were two people standing in the same room, but living in different memories. You looked at me like you were already gone,
By Anthony Scott11 months ago in Poets
Do you ever wonder if a love that hurts can still be a path to a better you?
The pain of a wrong love can feel overwhelming, robbing you of your courage and faith. You're terrified, unsure how long this agony will last or how much strength you have left to endure it.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
The Last Time You Called Me Home
You said my name differently the last time— soft, distant, as if you were practicing how it would sound without love. The room didn’t know yet.
By Anthony Scott11 months ago in Poets
💔When We Stopped Saying I Love You
It didn’t happen overnight— we just began to fade like ink in rain, our words smudging until they stopped making sense.
By Anthony Scott11 months ago in Poets