heartbreak

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

The Last Rose
The Last Rose In a quiet village where the hills kissed the sky, there bloomed a rose, the last of its kind, red as a heartbeat, tender as a sigh,
By Numan writesabout a year ago in Poets
The Grasshopper Lies Heavy
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Weaponized Fears And Exploited Emotions
Held in a holster Strapped tightly to your side Another imposter With insecurities to hide A poser of emotions Trying to feel as I should
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Date Night
There is a First Friday Art Walk in a town close to me. Friday night is date night for the hubby and me, and you see, it was on First Friday. So, one of my favorite things is forever going to be
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Sorry
I believed what you said I trusted you I believed I was safe with you I trusted that you would still accept me When I got things wrong or made no sense I thought you could see it I wasn't myself I let myself believe you cared I know it's my fault that I pushed you away It was the last thing I intended There are many reasons But hard to explain I have tried, but clearly I failed I don't have the words to say how I feel But I know I am losing control I feel like I'm screaming But nobody hears I'll try to pretend that I'm OK But it's been so long that I have not been I don't know how to be who I was I thought I had found me I should have known better Than to believe I had a true friend I want to to give up, I'll never belong I'm sorry for thinking I could
By Sapphire Ravenclawabout a year ago in Poets
The Road Within
Beneath the trees I sit, at the place where roads divide. One path calls with promises, another whispers my name in silence.
By Life Hopesabout a year ago in Poets
heartbeat
he said he knows the sound of my heartbeat like he knows his name why, if it catches his attention, doesn't his beat the same?
By Stephanie Hiltonabout a year ago in Poets
Thorns of Our Heart
Thorns of Our Heart Three cerise roses, vibrant and bold, their petals whispered secrets untold. In their blush, a passion burned,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Poverty of a False Victory
Pitiable is the man, Who mistakes your silence for weakness, Who calls your patience a defeat, And takes your courtesy as his triumph. What does he know? Behind silence roars a storm, Beneath endurance burns a fire, And within courtesy hides immense strength. One must pity such winners, Who believe that words alone are weapons. They do not know Some wounds are struck by silent eyes, And some victories are earned Through quiet prayers. True victory belongs to the one Who keeps dignity even in silence, Who hides respect within restraint, And who stands tall, Even while clothed in patience.
By Rahat nazabout a year ago in Poets
The Curse on Hollow Bonds
The silence that hides raging storms within you, The smiling eyes concealing a weeping heart, The laughter that veils unspoken pain If they cannot see, cannot feel, cannot know. Such ties are nothing but a curse. A bond is real only when silence speaks, When it hears the language of your tears, When it understands the whispers of your heart Without needing your words. Even behind a thousand smiles, It still sees your sorrow, Even amidst a thousand burdens, It holds you as its own. That is a bond, that is love A shelter for the soul. But those who fail you in your pain, Such ties are better broken, For they are curses, not blessings.
By Rahat nazabout a year ago in Poets
Lonely Preparation. Top Story - September 2025.
I like to be prepared I’ve seen the dark side of humanity I’ve seen the dirty side of humanity I’ve watched the animals and tricksters
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Invisible Woman
I am not certain I exist; Yet there’s my shadow, on the floor, I am a woman barely kissed, Shocked I am a girl no more. //
By Chloë J.about a year ago in Poets