heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
- Top Story - August 2023
A poem for Maui
Written in response to a call from Cindy here, for poems to help Maui: I know your shores, Hawaii. I have seen your dramatic green:
Rachel DeemingPublished 9 months ago in Poets Empty Echoes of Unsocial Media
your stare following me through time a virtual presence, Ever there. I ask for help In desperation for you to care,
Kayleigh Fraser ✨Published 9 months ago in PoetsOne Final Season
The challenge prompt is to start a story/poem with the last line of an email or letter you recently received. Ok so this one was a lot harder than I thought, and honestly a lot more fun. I set the goal of picking a single email and sticking with the last line no matter what. I really wanted the challenge (especially after making the affirmative decision to do a poem) but after the fifth, If you have any questions or inquiries please contact us here. I decided to ease up and broaden my spectrum. I landed on a rare and infrequent email from Netflix announcing that they’re shutting down their DVD division. The email ending with the line you see below. This for some silly/weird reason made me sad (don’t laugh at me k). Maybe it sparked some still-fastened sadness I held for the departure of Blockbuster (greatest place on earth). After all, you know what they say: grief never goes away, it only changes. (Not sad for Netflix they’ll be aight). So with that quick spark of disparaging inspiration, it got me thinking about grief in general. And how the line: We truly appreciate you being part of our final season: Taken in a different context can be quite powerful, especially when talking about missing someone or something
James U. RizziPublished 9 months ago in PoetsShe’s Blonde, You Were Brunette
1. There was a time In my life when Sunlight fell in Patterns around me Like confetti at a concert It was the time of my life
The Waves Are Roughly Swallowed
He rides the currents of his evasive lover’s emotions, Sure he’ll find freedom upon the toxicity of his pain, His screams echoing upon the cresting of the moon,
Colleen MillsteedPublished 9 months ago in PoetsBrother
I will never forgive you. Blood pours out of me as I sob into the floorboards, and I will never forgive you. I tried to prove myself to you. I made sure all of my cards were face up on the table, and you flipped the table. Nothing was ever enough for you. No matter how much money or time or compassion or remorse, it was never enough. The knife in my back stings. Your lack of thought has forced me to cauterize the flesh around the serrated blade. My battle partner soothes me with a heavy hand to my back. Breathe, she begs, holding the searing iron over the deep wound. I think I’m dying. You’ve killed me, and I will never forgive you.
Conflicted Mourning
I wrote this heart song in 2017. I have written other works of art centered around my reflective learnings of 2016. I wrote the inspired words and set them aside. I learned this technique a while back.
It's Okay to Blink
Beneath your eyelids Lay intricate feelings Regrets, pain, sadness Of things done or not done Words said and said incorrectly
Reborn
Our love; Born from the look between our eyes, Born from the air between our breaths, Born from the meaning behind our words,
You know those marks...
You know those marks -------------those marks ----------------------------you know They won't wash off --------------wash off
Paul StewartPublished 9 months ago in PoetsHigh School Poet Tree 2
Told you there was more. I gathered some of the darkest ones for this post. A little backstory into the mind that created these poems. I was probably between the ages of 15 and 17. I was going through a lot at home and an outcast at school. Because I was a young hopeless romantic, I let my peers lead my immature love life. Even when I knew it wasn't right I romanticized the hell out of my relationships in my youth.
Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob BossPublished 9 months ago in PoetsStronger Together
Wiped out by disaster, Every dream reduced to cinders and ashes. ~ ~ ~ Surveying what remains, a Thousand tears, reality crashes
Lilly CooperPublished 9 months ago in Poets