heartbreak

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

She Was the Storm, Not the Broken Girl in the Rain
She was the storm, Not the broken girl in the rain. You saw mascara running down her face And thought she was weak. But that was war paint,
By Zanele Nyembeabout a year ago in Poets
No Going Back for Us. Poem 3
No Going Back for Us You don’t reply and I don’t blame you I left, said it like a promise as if better waited round the bend
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Grass Just Was Not Greener poem 2
The Grass Just Was Not Greener He spoke like summer, smooth and warm promised me no coming storm said he never broke a vow
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
By the Time You Realise I am gone Poem 1
By the Time You Realise I am gone By the time you realise I am gone the kettle will cool on the stove my scent will linger for a while
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
"Unspoken Cartography"
I smile from behind my morning coffee, offer you the easy answer—“I’m fine”— that glitters like the surface of a polished coin,
By Stefano D'angelloabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Storm. Content Warning.
A bleeding pen, a rusted over knife – instruments of an architect of life, for mine was never one gifted or grown, but forged in fire, built from blood and bone.
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The Day My Voice Came Back
The Day My Voice Came Back I lost my voice when I was twelve. Not from illness, not even from trauma in the way people expect—but from slow erosion. Like waves against a stone. One remark here. A harsh laugh there. A teacher who said I spoke too softly. A friend who interrupted every sentence. A parent who never really listened
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Things I Cannot Say.
I was on fire, you wouldn't give me water, you would watch me burn. You wouldn't give me hope, there'd be no concern. I were to wonder,
By Baby Josieabout a year ago in Poets
Insanity In Today's World
When Did We All Collectively Lose Our Minds? I look at the World... And I Truly want to Know. Are We Truly This Blind to Reality?
By H.E. Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, COIE, DFM, DHMabout a year ago in Poets
Exhaustion and Devastation. Content Warning.
I tried with everything I had... But life broke me once again... I'm so fucking tired of everything bad... Happiness is a distant memory of back then.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living
The Lost, the Lonely, and The Living They walk in raincoats under sun heads down, eyes on paving stones no hand to hold, no need to run
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Chef Made Human Soup
The Chef Made Human Soup The bell above the café rang no one noticed what she sang a lullaby with sharpened notes while smiling wide and taking coats
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets