heartbreak

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

Incredibly
Incredibly, I am calmed. My soul has settled after I stomped and screamed. The mountains shook, but now water runs clear and calm. Finally, finally, happy.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
Three Forty-Two. Content Warning.
It doesn’t take me long to remember A fated afternoon in a balmy September, The one that took your breath away . The rooftop garden and how the trees sway,
By Sarah Marlerabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Embrace
Arms. Warm hold. Breathing slows down. Cheek against my skin. Your heartbeat drums through me. I know this could be it.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
The Killing Games
The Killing Games It began with laughter in the dark a sound that cut through the air like glass shadows stretching too long on the ground
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Halfway Across August
The sidewalk splits beneath a tree I don’t remember blooming — but maybe it always has, and I just never looked up. That feels like something I’d do:
By Kristi Flowersabout a year ago in Poets
Almost
You never knew. Or if you did, you played it off. You kept it hid. I watched you walk those halls each day, then turned my face the other way.
By Kristi Flowersabout a year ago in Poets
When Love Hurts: Is It Truly Love?
Sometimes, because we love someone deeply, we allow the harm they cause to happen. We might even believe that's just part of love. But love should never be exchanged for humility. We shouldn't have to suffer trauma repeatedly or doubt our own worth. If that's truly love, why does it demand so much patience from us?
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
When Your Eyes Hold the Sky
I saw the dawn in your gentle stare, A quiet light that could heal despair. The clouds stood still as if unaware, That love had bloomed in the morning air.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
The Locksmith Legend
The Locksmith Legend They said he carried the keys of night a ring so heavy it bent his hand each one cold with a different tale
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
PAPA-RAZZI
prior to these words, pictures were in real time as my grandpa was placed on his favorite sofa seat, to plunge into the Black Lagoon, but he is no creature.
By amiracdotesabout a year ago in Poets
The Man Who Knocked Twice
The Man Who Knocked Twice They said a man once lived alone in the house at the end of the lane. A locksmith by trade, though not the kind who worked for neighbours.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Why Do My Tears Not Freeze
Why Do My Tears Not Freeze Outside the world is cold and hard the wind cuts sharp against the skin ice forms on windowpanes and roads
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets