heartbreak

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

The Mirror Didn’t Break, I Did
I stood in front of it Not to fix my hair Not to smile But to ask who I was The mirror stared Like it always had Cold Quiet Cruel My face didn’t change But my eyes did They didn’t blink They begged I leaned closer And heard nothing But silence Louder than screams Not a single crack Not a single shatter But I Was crumbling Piece By silent piece I disappeared Inside my own reflection Not all breakdowns Make a sound Some just wait For you to notice I smiled once To check If the mirror would lie It didn’t It gave me back What I tried to hide Every scar Every storm It showed me The version I buried Years ago People say “You’re strong” But they never saw Me in that mirror They never saw The tears That didn’t fall But drowned me anyway The mirror stood still But I collapsed Inside myself Without a sound I left the room But not completely Some part of me Still stares back Waiting To be whole again Or at least To break for real
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
Before Fire Took the Last Photograph
I held it like a last breath a moment frozen before everything shattered The photo curled as flames whispered secrets I never knew a face half gone, a truth half shown Not all pictures speak some scream silently and no one dares to ask what burned away There was no storm no broken glass just the slow betrayal of paper and ash Her smile faded first then the corners of her eyes as if even the fire couldn’t bear to see them cry Smoke climbed gently like it knew this memory was too heavy to fall to the floor I smelled lies in the burning ink half a promise left behind in the fire The photograph never blinked but I did and when I opened my eyes it was gone Some memories choose to burn themselves before someone questions what they hide She told me once that not all love is light some love lives only long enough to leave a scar The frame cracked just before the fire kissed it as if time itself refused to hold the truth any longer I stood alone but not cold because fire doesn’t only destroy it teaches And what it taught me was this: the past never disappears it just waits for fire to set it free
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock That Ticks Inside My Chest
There's a clock inside my chest, That skips when calm, pounds under stress. It tells no time the world can hear, Yet governs all I love and fear.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Ashes on the Flag
hey gave us cloth to wrap our dead, And called it pride in white and red. But banners don’t fill mouths with bread, And honor fades when tears are shed.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
To the One Who Never Knew Me. AI-Generated.
I loved you from afar, in quiet, tender ways, Through fleeting glances and imagined days. Your smile lit skies I’d never touch,
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Sinners Remorse
Hiding shame in corners of justification only proves we understand our wrongdoings. The ability to move and misplace guilt,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
A Gentle Guide to Vanishing
Untie your name from every thread, Let it drift like leaves long dead. Erase the lines that made your trail, Be the breeze, the blur, the veil.
By Muhammad Rahim about a year ago in Poets
What It Means to Break in Private
What It Means to Break in Private It means learning to silence the sobs before they echo too loud through apartment walls.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Silver on the Doorframe
He always came in the night, shining hands touching every inch of my pains, softly breaking through the beveled glass, filtering the dark
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Pack Your Shadow
You want to say goodbye to everyone you know and why. I can't say it's a good thing, but it can— can be done. ~ People need people
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
When Silence Became You
I hear your laugh in walls so bare, Like ghosted whispers in the air. The bed is made, the light is dim, But still, I drown where you used to swim.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
He Left His Rose
He placed it gently on the stone, A single rose, now left alone. Its crimson petals kissed the ground, But not a heartbeat made a sound.
By Wow Geniusabout a year ago in Poets