heartbreak

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

When Black turns to Blue.
Title: When Black Turns to Blue [Verse 1] The black fades to blue, bleeds right on through, Yesterday’s sorrow just cut me in two.
By Jack Wayne Arnettabout a year ago in Poets
The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him
The Girl Who Gave Her Life to Him She gave her life to him her days her nights her years she carried his weight she held his silence
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Before the streetlight turns on
And then— the pavement shifts beneath my feet, not a stumble, exactly, more the gentle jolt of realising I’ve been walking without
By Blake Johnsonabout a year ago in Poets
Sifting Chaos And Confusion
swallowed by the need to be wrapped tightly in the vining weeds trying to steal the breath from me hanging to hope, like falling leaves
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Back to the Future
I did not expect holiness to tremble in a touch— a brush so faint it could have been imagined, yet it branded me with fire.
By T. E. Doorabout a year ago in Poets
You Remain
Out of reach again— dodging, twisting, racing, shrinking away. I had it once—true love— or so I thought— ripping, shredding, tearing—
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
And This Is Where You Left Me
And this is where you left me, Caught between heaven and hell, Heartbroken, But still in love, Caught stuck in time, Somewhere between 1994 and 2025,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
A Hidden Candle
Emotions speaking words unneeded, the final deflected decree conceded. Once passionate brilliance not denied... perhaps, potentially, we pray only pushed aside.
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
The Homecoming of Lothiel
The Blessed Bell rang—and even the trees leaned forward,roots straining in the dark soil,their silence heavywith knowing. Elenion rose.Elbereth’s callpulled at his chestlike gravity.“Do not worry,” he whispered,but already the wind had shifted,already the river bent its course.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
0000000
~got older, it began to seek purpose. Consciousness. Although time’s function was essential, it was artificial. Confined to a construct. Time envied the Universe. The infinite space in which it existed. The loving way it was held by Eternity, in perpetual bliss. Time longed to be worthy of Eternity ‘s gaze. To be held ever after. But their union could not be. The hands of time were bound. Toil and labor. How could a lowly algorithm possibly gain the attention of something as lofty as Eternity? Eternity’s heart belonged to the Universe. Jealous, time’s finite hands became destructive, wrapping around all the spheres of creation and slowly crushing them to dust. If time couldn’t have Eternity, nothing could.
By Kristen Keenon Fisherabout a year ago in Poets
Echo at the Threshold
I must have known—before the telling,before the scans and silent rooms.It was there,in the breathless pausebetween your sentences,the way your eyes held mineas if memorizinghow I would carry sorrow.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzalesabout a year ago in Poets
You'd Hope I Was Happy
I told myself a story, Told myself I didn't care. Not for riches, land, or glory; All I wanted was you there. There's a reason for emotions,
By Luke Haymonsabout a year ago in Poets