heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Read My Legs, Read My Book
Nothings! Read my legs! Read my book—nothings! Just skin and bones. Nothing like “See Jane Run” or “Beep! Beep!” Nothing… But maybe if I were present, Jane would’ve won— …the book. But it’s too late! Now, Beep Beep. Beep Beep. In the library, I see— The Roadrunner. It won! It won! Without the ole coyote. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Sound of Silence
In corners dim where voices fade, A child sits lost in thoughts unsaid. No tears are shed, no angry cries, Just silence speaking through his eyes. The world walks by, too fast, too loud, To see the boy beneath the shroud— Of loneliness wrapped ‘round his frame, A soul untouched, without a name. His suitcase old, his clothes worn thin, Yet deeper wounds lie deep within. He speaks in stillness, breathes in pain, His silence falls like autumn rain. But silence isn’t empty sound, It echoes where true hearts are found. A whisper felt, not always heard, A plea that's louder than a word. So listen close when none have spoken, Their quiet hearts may just be broken. For silence too can bleed and burn— It seeks a soul who'll truly learn. Not every cry comes with a scream, Some pain just lives inside a dream. ---
By The Pen of Farooq about a year ago in Poets
