heartbreak

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

The Masks We Wear
The Masks We Wear – This poem was written in Alexandria, where the sea listens to secrets and the walls carry archived emotions. It explores the masks we wear—between silence and pride, longing and denial. Though digital tools supported the process, every line was shaped by a human heart seeking to document truth beneath the surface. The attached image reflects the poem’s spirit: a woman facing her reflection, surrounded by scrolls of memory and shadows of self.
By MOHAMED HASSAN12 months ago in Poets
Never Goodbye
As the last of green turns, I whisper, while it falls "see you later love."
By Nikki Torino Wagner12 months ago in Poets
An Expiration
My once green limbs weep as your golden hands drift from my empty branches
By Nikki Torino Wagner12 months ago in Poets
Love Lives in the Small Things. AI-Generated.
Short & Poetic Love doesn’t always arrive with fireworks. Sometimes it’s in the quiet — in the way they remember how you take your coffee.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Poets
If Love Had a Voice. AI-Generated.
If Love Had a Voice If love could speak, it wouldn’t be thunder or applause. It would be the soft rustle of sheets when someone waits up for you.
By shakir hamid12 months ago in Poets
2:31 AM
At two-thirty-one the clock face read, The night was deep and still, I heard a scratching at the door— Something wanting in.
By Parsley Rose 12 months ago in Poets
You Tore Out My Heart
You Tore Out My Heart Pain is not word. It is scream. A door slammed shut. You did not hurt. You destroyed. You tore my heart.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Shadowed Hearth
The night returns yet you are never near I wander halls where silence chills the bone This lingering grief shall haunt me year by year
By Tim Carmichael12 months ago in Poets
Autumn leaves falling to die
IAutumn leaves falling to die Haiku Move over seasons The leaves die like the summer Green to brown, death
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Breakup: Not Failure, But Meaning
A breakup isn't a failure; for most, it's the inevitable outcome after trying. Every breakup isn't an accident. The signs were there all along.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
Falling From My Throne
Falling From My Throne I built my throne. Stone by stone. Pride on pride. From there I ruled. Or thought I did. it was hard to do
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
The Endless Road
The Endless Road Shadows drift across the hood, a restless silence fills the night. Moments fracture like broken glass, time slipping through
By Shehzad Anjum12 months ago in Poets