heartbreak

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

Roll it Up, Uncle John
[Verse] Uncle john in Virginia is living so bold Outside DC is where his story unfolds Thinks he fools the world with his counterfeit smile
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriorabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock That Stopped
The Clock That Stopped It stopped in the middle of the storm, hands frozen while the windows shook, rain slashing the glass like claws.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Is Your Relationship a Hand-Knitted Sweater?
The relationship between people is indeed like knitting a sweater: it can be taken apart faster than it's knitted and lost more quickly than it's gained. Whether they're friends, lovers, or family, no matter how strong a relationship is, you need to keep in touch. Life isn't like a movie where everyone is always happy. In reality, once you miss some people, they're gone forever.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
What the Rain Said
I wonder if you ever think about our impromptu meeting in the rain. Both of us hurrying, as if we could outmaneuver the sky.
By Ashleyabout a year ago in Poets
A madman
A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman. A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.
By Sleeping Pills about a year ago in Poets
Snakes and Ladders
Snakes and Ladders Snakes and ladders on the board rolling dice, chasing moves some climb up fast, others slip down slow
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
howling.. Content Warning.
Surprise attacks The fox's claws are halfway lodged through my throat Unclenching the muscles won't help now Nor will removing the palms pressed to where my Adam's Apple would be
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of an Unsent Letter
I found your name in the quiet rain, A soft reminder, sharp with pain, The ink had blurred, yet still it stayed, Like truths too heavy to be displayed.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
When the Moon Forgot to Shine
The night was heavy, the air was still, A shadow clung to the windowsill, The stars looked on but dared not speak, While the moon grew faint, and pale, and weak.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
The House Where Seasons Wait
There’s a house at the edge of the fading lane, Its windows pressed with dust and rain, The paint is cracked, the roof leans low,
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Things Left Where They Were
I still hear the kettle sigh in the kitchen, the way it used to when we were too tired to speak. You’d lean against the counter,
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Psyche
If I didn't peer within, all would be well, I'm sure. His seasoned features spoke volumes, I could tell, of journeys, and of wonder.
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets