heartbreak

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

"The Eyes That See"
I sit at my desk, lost in thought, eyes blurred with quiet tears. Why is it that I can see the pain in others— no matter who they are?
By Ellieabout a year ago in Poets
May God Strike Me Down Dead
May God Strike Me Down Dead The sky cracked open as thunder rolled over the fields, drowning Ruth’s scream. “May God strike me down dead if I’m lying!” she shouted, her voice raw with years of silence. She stood soaked in rain and fury, eyes locked on the family gathered at the edge of the pasture. They had turned blind eyes and deaf ears for too long.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
In the Company of Wolves
In streets that hum with lifeless noise, Where greed parades and guilt avoids, We pass like ghosts with downcast eyes, And build our truths on hollow lies.
By Gabriela Toneabout a year ago in Poets
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go
You Can’t Take It With You When You Go Uncle hoarded each coin like a tightwad, counting in silence, dreaming of tomorrows.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
unbound. Runner-Up in Out of Order Challenge. Top Story - May 2025.
2004 when i was in high school, i powerlifted and crude peers joked that my "tits would get hard." this didn't seem like a problem to me, but i knew what they intended to mean—small breasts, flat, more like pecs, defined and masculine. how derogatory of a woman. unfitting and disgusting. my irreverence toward gendered expectations bristled, challenged, and disturbed some. it excited others.
By kpabout a year ago in Poets
Weary & Scatterbrained
Alone in the dark, the odd old duck texts In my most peaceful moments, when my soul is completely at rest I think of you.Your smile enchants me.⚡ ♥️ ⚡⚡ ♥️ ⚡⚡ ♥️ ⚡⚡ ♥️ ⚡⚡ ♥️ ⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Sentimental Journey
I could name all the freckles on your skin I could trace them with my kiss and make constellations But the memory of your body
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
The Fire Escape
Love in New York City is as magical as it sounds. We were completely in sync, unforgivingly enamored with one another, as we walked without predetermined destinations.
By Kelsey Sybleabout a year ago in Poets
Radio Free Kleptocracy
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Nothing Is Certain
What in this world can be deemed certain? Nothing holds any certainty. This is why it's often advised to release your grip at times.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Why Haiku
Why Haiku Why him why take him? He is mine, mine not yours why? I live for him why?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ink Of Vengeance Ink Of Words
Ink Of Vengeance Ink Of Words Never let them de-ink you Writing is your destiny—your star to follow If we catch the poetry thieves
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets