heartbreak

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

He Found a Wife Who Wanted Him Only
He Found a Wife Who Wanted Him Only He gave black diamonds and pearls to girls who wanted sparkle their hands full, their hearts light
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Lingering On
You snuck up on me It was like finding hole In my favorite sweater One mark, then two, then three Before I knew it, you filled the gaps
By Lisa Pulliamabout a year ago in Poets
Grown-up Friend?ships
It was simple once, a shared donut, a borrowed pencil, a smile in a crowded hallway. Tiny gives, tiny takes, bearing soft silent witness.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
She Named Me Ghost. Content Warning.
He lived seventeen hours -yet, still I became the ghost. Once she said, "You were born out of wedlock- That makes you a bastard."
By Nikki Torino Wagnerabout a year ago in Poets
The Joyrider
The Joyrider He came roaring down the lane engine humming, eyes alive chasing something I could not touch not me, not love, just the wind
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Reminiscence
I read your message across the screen Once Twice Three times Trying to understand what you mean For months you’ve been silent
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
You were the warmth of my December. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
The day you left, you handed me a wishbone, and I still don’t know what meant more — that you saved it for me, or that I really thought I had a chance.
By Daniel Kabout a year ago in Poets
The Ghost of Time
The Ghost of Time The ghost of time waits in the corners its eyes hidden in shadow it moves through walls and leaves cold footprints on the floor
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Winds of fate. Content Warning.
How long can one lay on the brink of life or death before the choice is taken away? Losing you made me lose the will to live I debated it honestly the reaper testing me I was close once a little bit too close standing on a ledge tip-toed testing waters Looking down below seeing the people scurry like small ants having a purpose Brink of insanity closing my eyes letting the wind choose my fate
By Tressa Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Home Alone
A weekend escape, for her mother- but a break, from her mother. The house is empty. When her Buddy stilled, she ran to him,
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
Tell Me Less. Content Warning.
I remember the bridge. The cool curve of concrete Bending over midnight traffic, Showing her panties to every driver Willing to look up at the jumpers above.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Her Final Hours
I already knew it Despite the doctors’ Hemming and hawing At a straight answer “We’ve done all we can do,” “It’s up to her body now,”
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)about a year ago in Poets