heartbreak

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

The Room Still Breathes You
The Room Still Breathes You Your cup is still where you left it last, untouched, yet heavy with days gone past I keep it there — I don’t know why,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Things She Didn’t Forget
The Things She Didn’t Forget She didn’t forget the crack in the floor where rain slipped through in winter storms or how her mother’s hands would shake
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
A Silent Retreat
I cry, I cry in the shadows of light, I cry in the pouring rain at night, I don't feel alright, I don't like to cry, Yet I want to cry out loud,
By Parvathi Jabout a year ago in Poets
Remember Our Song
Remember Our Song You played it once, just once for me that quiet tune in minor key a whisper low, a secret kept that hummed beneath the nights we slept
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child
No One’s Boy: The Passed Around Child He was dressed in neat things, shoes that shone, jumpers pressed, fed at the right time,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I AM STILL WARREN BRUCE!
In the blink of an eye, my world was torn, That cool January afternoon was born A silence deep behind my eyes, A storm that fractured the very skies.
By Bruce Curle `about a year ago in Poets
I'm fine
Slap a smile on your face And say you're just great Don't let anybody know ... I'm not fine I'm lying I'm crying I'm dying on the inside
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)about a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: Battle Scars. Content Warning.
This body, has become a battle ground‐ I find it hard to believe in peace when this cloud of discomfort constantly surrounds me...
By JMabout a year ago in Poets
When I Die
When I die, Carry me to the brink of a pond And lay my body under a Weeping Willow. Gouge a hole into the earth And wrap English Ivy around my limbs.
By Kristinaabout a year ago in Poets
Signs from You
Amid a busy day, I was struck by beauty! With a strong gust came forth an angelic aura, a luminous glow. A feather, like a swinging pendulum,
By Kristinaabout a year ago in Poets
Cindy, the CarSitter, is a Genius!
I just heard the most amazing thing on the News. Eureka and halelujah, I've waited over 50 years to get excited and rewarded for listening to the news anchors. Life can still surprise me and that is brilliantly satisfying. What was it, you ask? Oh, I'm sorry you missed it, but I will share. Yes, this morning on the news, the best news I've heard in too long. Cindy the Genius has solved a major problem with her incredibly sharp mind and entreprenuerial spirit. I'm almost envious at her genius, but I'm too happy and grateful for her idea to feel envy.
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
A Lost Feeling Found
From that day on, I never contacted you again. I restored my original appearance, embracing independence and freedom. No dependence, no disturbance – it's like I'd never met you before. I know it would be a pity to give up, but there's no point in persisting in some things. Is it a must-have? Maybe losing would be easier.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets