heartbreak

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

Where the Light Doesn’t Reach
I sat in your room today. Dust danced in a beam of sun, But you weren’t there to scold it Like you used to— “Always open the window,” you’d say,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
That Memory That Will Forever Sting
Tiny black panties held together with shoestring lace, A washboard stomach two hands can easily wrap, Goosebumps rise upon pure white silky skin,
By Colleen Millsteed about a year ago in Poets
Still I Rise, Still I Run
Risk - what is it, but a leap through the unknown, Trading comfort for a life that could be our own. Packed the bags, the plan was tight,
By Vabout a year ago in Poets
A journey through Love
In the quiet of the night, 🌙 My heart hums a tender tune. It speaks of love, soft and bright, A flame that dances with the moon.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Missing You
Truth is I am lost without you My mind is stuck in a fantasy with just you and me Wishing we could still be Be something that never came apart
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Needs Space…. Content Warning.
When they needs space, I like a burden to them… My mistakes and flaws ruined everything… ‘it broke me… ‘I am hurt… ‘even deeper…
By Meghan LeVaughn about a year ago in Poets
Saved by the Bells
Saved by the Bells It came on slow, that Monday sound, a clang, a call from chapel ground. I wasn’t looking for a sign, but still it cut through fate and time.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
When Sorry Isn’t Nearly Enough
When Sorry Isn’t Nearly Enough I held your name too soft to speak, as if the wind might overhear, a whisper stitched with all I broke,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Pond
Misty eyes watering Turned away from the sun Where it tried vainly To pierce dark clouds That shroud my tale In a Gothic night
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
Over The Moon
When I was younger, I wanted to go to the Moon. I could float around with carefree exhilaration, exploring uncharted territory like an eager tourist. Experiencing the wider galaxy - not being bound by Earth's gravity - was a fantasy that piqued my curiosity. This innocuous fascination led to my dark blue bedroom ceiling accessorized with hanging satellites and glow-in-the-dark stars. Being on the Moon was a wonderful dream as a kid. It still is.
By DJ Nuclear Winterabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Cup Was Yours
I woke up today To silence that wasn't new — But still managed to sound louder Than the morning birds ever could. The kettle hissed,
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets