heartbreak

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

The Patient Who Kills Patients
The Patient Who Kills Patients He lies like stone still as death breath shallow, slow a final breath No fever burns no pain to show
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In The Eyes of a Child. Content Warning.
In The Eyes of a Child The taste of copper Tickles the tip of her Split dry tongue ☢️💀🔥 As he lay On his back and stomach
By K.B. Silver about a year ago in Poets
Be fun. Honorable Mention in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
Be charming. But not too much. Be smart, but keep it soft. Be the fun time party girl who never spills her drink. Be wanted. Just not inconveniently.
By Millicent Malcolmabout a year ago in Poets
Things I've Said to the Shower Wall
“My parents didn’t raise a quitter. I did that myself.” “I want someone to ruin my life but like, in a hot way.” “I’m not over her. I just don’t think she deserves to know that.”
By Tess M. Marlowabout a year ago in Poets
Behind the Veil of the Soul
This ghazal reflects a timeless waiting. It's the voice of someone caught between what was never seen and what is still hoped for. The speaker has become part of the dust, the wind, the night, and the sacred call that echoes through longing. It is about quiet faith, invisible love, and the persistence of the soul’s gaze beyond time.
By Rahatweb Websiteabout a year ago in Poets
Names Etched in Smoke
This ghazal traces the quiet residue of a love unseen. It’s a reflection on fading presence—how love can burn without being recognized, and how silence itself becomes a final, eloquent signature. It's soft, sorrowful, and emotionally rich, sitting at the edge of memory and absence.
By Rahatweb Websiteabout a year ago in Poets
Killer Doctor on Call
Killer Doctor on Call He knocks just once then lets himself in old brown case and a knowing grin No uniform no name in gold
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Shadow of the Last Dream
This ghazal is a meditation on inner stillness after emotional exile. It weaves a narrative where departure leaves the world loud but empty, the self uncaged but unmoved. Memory, shadow, and longing take the shape of voice—echoing through absence. It is soft but piercing, like a whisper in the wind.
By heasb001about a year ago in Poets
Half a Line, Still Burning
This ghazal explores the aftermath of love like a smoldering echo. It speaks from the space between memory and absence, where dreams, shadows, and fragments of self remain. It is a quiet ache woven into language, held only by the wind and whispered loss.
By heasb001about a year ago in Poets
The Nurse Who Kills You As You Sleep
The Nurse Who Kills You As You Sleep She doesn’t knock she’s already in feet like whispers and air-thin skin No badge, no belt
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Star That Fell in Silence
This ghazal portrays the quiet unraveling that follows loss. The poet captures how absence disorients nature itself—seasons lose warmth, stars drift, prayers fall. It's a meditation on grief that lingers not in cries, but in the silence of what once was alive.
By heasb002about a year ago in Poets
Where the Flame Refuses to Fade
This ghazal explores the bittersweet persistence of memory and love. Though the beloved has departed, their voice, warmth, and influence remain etched into time, seasons, and soul. It is a meditation on letting go—without truly losing.
By heasb002about a year ago in Poets