heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In the heart of a fog-drenched town nestled between the mountains and the sea, stood a little clock shop that defied the passing of time. It was not a place most people noticed, even if they walked by it every day. The wood-paneled sign simply read: Avery's Timepieces, and in the dust-speckled window sat a curious array of ticking machines—some no larger than a coin, others towering like soldiers frozen in brass.
By Shakil Sorkarabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Blue
The lake never changed, not really. It was the one place that still looked the same in a world that had moved on. Trees swayed gently at its edge, brushing the water with fingers of shadow. The wind hummed a tune that only the broken-hearted recognized, and the clouds overhead drifted like unspoken thoughts. This was where Jonah came every year, on the same date, with the same weight in his chest that no amount of time could loosen.
By Muhammad Hashimabout a year ago in Poets
