heartbreak

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

The Devil's Masquerade . Top Story - October 2025.
The artistic director makes a decree, The mere mortals below not considered, Extra work, extra steps, embarrassment, We don our masks and play our part, embittered.
By LJ Pollard 12 months ago in Poets
Heavy is the Crown
Do they know the real face you keep hidden? Do they know the real you that lies beneath? How long will you let them watch you struggle?
By Gunnar Anderson12 months ago in Poets
More or Less
At 10, more or less, masks meant Spidey, Batman, and Scooby-Doo villains— the old man from the fun fair. ~ the mask protects me
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
The Mask of Normality
Harden this smile upon my face Paint the color in my cheeks Add the sparkle to my eyes That behind this mask Comes from tears, not life
By Stephanie Hoogstad12 months ago in Poets
To You
I’ve made up my heart—gotta guard against deception Gotta make up my mind—not to listen to my heart For I can now see—that you never really loved me
By Sarah Lynn Jones12 months ago in Poets
Soliloquy. Runner-Up in Masks We Wear Challenge.
I curl my fingers gracefully around the neck of my Bud Light. Inside tight black heels my toes curl nervously. I will not fail my part.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh12 months ago in Poets
open like
in the twister, intelligent and chaotic not yet compliant with regulations especially for the dramatic effect circles make the world go round
By ⸘jason alan‽12 months ago in Poets
Letters I Never Sent
Letters I Never Sent I keep them in a box made of birch. Every word I never said folded neat. Each one still breathing faintly,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Your Mask
Your warmth drew me, Like a fire in the snow, Nurturing, life-giving, Cure for my frostbitten soul. I wish I had known it was only body heat.
By Catsidhe12 months ago in Poets
After the Fire
After the Fire When the fire was over, I walked through the ash with careful steps. Smoke curled like ghosts that had nowhere to go.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Petrichor
I always did love the smell after a storm. Perhaps that’s why I always stay.
By Lillith.Poetry12 months ago in Poets
Morning Love Song
A Morning Love Song The sun, not yet in the sky I wake with you on my mind I wake with you on my mind The still, blackness of the room Brings pleasures for me to groom I wake with you on my mind Not yet time to rise: I lay silently searching for your eyes I wake with you on my mind The light begins to change from Black to blue I wake with you on my mind Then the rays find their way Into my room. The sun beams erasing you You, no longer on my mind.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales12 months ago in Poets