heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
"The Symphony of Shadows"
Start writing...In the theater of existence, where stars compose the score, We dance upon the stage of time, seeking evermore. Each heartbeat strikes a note, in life's grand symphony, A melody of moments, echoing infinity. We don masks of joy and sorrow, in this endless play, Hiding truths beneath the surface, day by fleeting day. Yet shadows cast by candlelight reveal our hidden face, A tapestry of dreams and fears, woven into lace. Through corridors of choices, we wander and we roam, Seeking paths to purpose, far from hearth and home. Each turn a new enigma, each step a question posed, In the maze of meaning, where answers are enclosed. Gaze into the looking glass, see the soul within, Reflections of the self we are, and who we've never been. The mirror whispers secrets, of truths we dare not speak, Revealing strength in vulnerability, the power of the meek. Climb the peaks of passion, descend the vales of doubt, Traverse the plains of patience, where silence learns to shout. Embrace the storm's crescendo, the calm that follows strife, For in the dance of chaos, we find the rhythm of life. . The Epipen stars align in silence, and time suspends its flight, We glimpse the threads connecting all, in the tapestry of night. A momentary clarity, a fleeting, shining ray, Illuminating purpose, guiding us on our way. As curtains fall on final acts, and echoes fade to hush, We leave behind our footprints, in time's eternal crush. Yet in the hearts we've kindled, the songs we've set alight,
By Silent Soulweaverabout a year ago in Poets
Blood-damp Hair
She walked him to the edge of the ocean and made him kneel. The water barely reached them to kiss their knees. She brought his hands up to his hair and helped him ring out the blood that contained memories of her. Of the first time she told him she loved him, of the first nice thing he said to her, of the private thoughts of each other. He wrung it out until he didn’t remember why anymore and by that time she had already started to take over. She did so until his hair was dry, frizzing under her sweaty palms. She smiled at him, a kind stranger, and told him it was all done. His unrecognizing eyes believed her, so he stood up and walked away to find his shoes. She didn’t watch him leave.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
I Think I Like You
I didn’t mean to fall for her. That’s not how things are supposed to work when you’re thirty, burned out from dating apps, and stuck in a job where management thinks pizza parties cure exhaustion. But there she was — just across the hall, red pen in hand, dissecting legal copy that made my eyes glaze over. Contracts, disclaimers — the kind of stuff meant to bore. Yet she gave it life. Maybe it was the way she leaned in, like the paper whispered secrets only she could hear.
By Bobi Dutchabout a year ago in Poets
Shattering Flowers
Dude, why THE FUCK WOULD YOU GET ME FLOWERS. YOU SAID YOU WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME. YOU CALLED ME DESPICABLY CRUEL. YOU HAVE RUINED ME. I HAVE RUINED YOU. I HAVE RUINED YOU AND I AM NOT SORRY. I RUINED YOU TO SAVE MYSELF. I WAS DISAPPEARING INTO YOU. I WAS BEING ENGULFED AND I WAS SUFFOCATING. I TRIED TELLING YOU IN QUIET AND YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME SO THIS IS ME TELLING YOU IN LOUD. SOMEWHERE IN MY HEART I AM SORRY. ONE DAY I HOPE YOU REALIZE THAT THIS WAS NOT ONLY MY FAULT. ONE DAY I WILL GET RID OF THE TWINGE IN MY BACK TELLING ME TO KEEP TYPING. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU DESPERATELY. I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAN I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MY SELF MORE THAN I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAT I LOVE YOU. YOU TOLD ME TO PRIORITIZE MYSELF AND EACH TIME I TOLD YOU THAT IF I DID SO THEN I WOULD NO LONGER BE IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT I WAS CHOOSING TO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ME AND I HAVE NOW CHOSEN MYSELF AND YOU ARE UPSET WITH ME TAKING YOUR ADVICE EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU EXACTLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. I DID THIS. I DID THIS FOR ME. I DIDN’T DO THIS FOR YOU. I DID THIS TO LOVE MYSELF. I WAS TRYING TO GIVE YOU ALL THE LOVE YOU DIDN’T RECEIVE IN CHIDLHOOD AND IT WAS NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. I HATE THAT YOU GOT ME FLOWERS. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO ME WAS “DON’T CONTACT ME.” HOW CAN YOU GET MAD AT ME FOR LISTENING TO YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I WANT THE BEST FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU BUT NOT RIGHT NOW. I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T KNOW WHEN IS THE NEXT TIME I WILL WANT TO SEE YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I HATE THAT YOU ARE NOT LIVING YOUR TRUTH. I LOVE YOU. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU BUT IT’S NOT HOW YOU WANT. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. IT IS SO GRATIFYING TO SCREAM EVEN IF IT’S ONLY IN MY HEAD. I THREW YOUR FLOWERS OUT AMONGST SIDEWALK WEEDS. I MIGHT AS WELL HELP LIFE IN THE DEATH OF MY RESPECT FOR YOU. I DON’T RESPECT YOU ANYMORE. I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. I ONLY WANT THE BEST FOR YOU. I WISH I STILL LOVED YOU. I COULD WISH TO BE WHO YOU WANT ME TO BE, BUT I LOVE MYSELF TOO MUCH TO SACRIFICE MYSELF TO THE ALTER OF YOUR BODY. ASK OTHERS TO DO IT BECAUSE I CAN’T ANYMORE.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
