heartbreak

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

He Cut Off My Long Hair
He Cut Off My Long Hair He cut off my long hair said it was too wild, too free said men stared, and he was tired of sharing me
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Part 2 – Echoes of What I Couldn’t Say
Now the nights feel longer still, As silence bends against my will I speak in dreams where no one hears, And wake up tasting quiet chill
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Part 1-The Weight of Unsaid Words
In every breath, a voice suppressed, A silent storm inside my chest I smiled when I should've cried, I stayed when I should've left
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
In the Silence of My Soul
In the silence of my soul, I hide my pain Washing memories in the midnight rain Every heartbeat whispers your sweet name But love, it seems, is not a fair game
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Losing desire
What are we still doing here? Slowly drifting apart while clutching at moments that once brought joy—now slipping through our fingers. Those times have passed us by, leaving only endless, unwinnable battles. Two losers, waiting for the other to make the bigger mistake, so pointing fingers feels easier. We end up hating that we met, yet our dying love anchors us together, no matter how clear the signs of separation grow.
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
Blue Flower
Flitting from bloom to bloom, a nimble bumblebee. Where've you been? Busy chasing after girls on the beach, I wonder if any of them might miss
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Bones of Silence: A Starved Cry from Palestine
His ribs are not ribs— they are prayers unspoken, etched into skin by hands that never fed him, by days that stretched longer than war.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
This Box Isn't For Me
I can't be contained, without space, my wings will rust. It's too cramped, not enough room. You built this for me? How could I possibly fit?
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Shut Door
Shutting the door on the past, it's tough. All the memories resurface, nowhere to hide. Those internal wounds ache and sting,
By Sun Beeabout a year ago in Poets
Unseen
We smile in frames, in filtered light. But cry alone in endless night. We capture joy, the staged, the bright. And hide the truth just out of sight.
By Syed Umar about a year ago in Poets
What Hurts The Most
Do you know what hurts the most? When you know they’re talking about you, And you know there’s nothing you can do, So you just sit there and take it silently.
By Edvin Sterlingabout a year ago in Poets
I have made a promise, I need to go
I'm begging you, I'm on your toeYou heard me right, I need to go . I wanted to stay, I could have butI have hearts to fix, open doors to shut
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets