heartbreak

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

Fancy o Sick (or: A Brief History of My Innards)
dirt dirt stained grained she spins me round, ingrained and restrained like a rotisserie chicken derailed, resailed in a dirty, rat-infested
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
the way i climbed
I was handed the map folded wrong, Told to run before I knew how to fall, Shoes too tight, dreams stitched uneven. No one warned me the stairs would wobble—
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of My Tongue
there’s a storm that lives right behind my teeth not loud, not always but it waits i try to hush it with tea and silence with books and breathing but it don’t always listen
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Fire I Became
There's ash falling around me The sky alight with orange flame The flame, devouring everything I see Consuming all your shame
By Kelabout a year ago in Poets
A Final Wish.
Sometimes my grief is hard because I’m not a religious person, but I know you were. You believed in God, Heaven, and Hell. I can only believe that your soul went to a better place, but I also want to believe that you went to the place you dreamt of and believed in. I want to believe that everything you ever believed in was true and that you are walking streets of gold with your Savior, whom you loved. I want to believe it so badly it hurts.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
'Ayn 'Iinsaniatuka?. Top Story - June 2025.
'Ana walidatuk (I am your mother) I rocked you in the waters of my womb 'Ana waliduk (I am your father) I gave of my flesh so your tree could bloom
By Kenny Pennabout a year ago in Poets
Where Truth Fell
A poetic reckoning with betrayal, illusion, and inner rebirth.A poem for those who stood in fire and rose anyway. Some truths are only born in fire. This poem is a reflection of what we learn when illusion burns away.
By HasanSoulInkabout a year ago in Poets
Words Say
I wonder what it's all about this game of life we play We spill so much out of our mouths with nothing valuable to say Small talk and innuendos
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
All the poems are from you
I feel idiotic, I don’t know what to do Every single time I read a poem I think it’s from you Oh I know, it’s not really true
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Touch Me. Content Warning.
"Touch me," I whisper, but he only touches my body, rough, raw hands. He doesn’t understand that I meant touch me the way that first gasp
By Lolly Vieiraabout a year ago in Poets
Where He Is.
They say grief is just love with nowhere to go but I say that's a lie. This world is too big for there not to be places for your love to reach.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Solitude
A shadow lingers— not to frighten, but to stay. It knows my quiet better than voices ever may.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets