heartbreak

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

Waiting for her
ai The darkness of night descends, the city sleeps, My eyes alone gaze down the street. Sitting by the window, in the silent night,
By M.A.Rahmanabout a year ago in Poets
Nantes
A most beautiful girl child So stunning, it was low-key Generally assumed by all She was fey Rich, dark eyes Elven features
By Aspen Marie about a year ago in Poets
"When Our Eyes Meet"
I’m afraid to look into his eyes. Because every time they find mine, It feels like they’re speaking— saying something too heavy for words.
By Ellieabout a year ago in Poets
Therapy.
Grief and love have gone to therapy to talk to my heart, and my heart absorbs every word, every emotion. It is a session that never ends, but my heart hangs on; it never gets tired of the way grief shares the memories of you, or the way love speaks of you as if you created the universe itself.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
I Wrestled The Devil
My body's skin is just a vessel My beauty dwells somewhere below These scars a prize, I wrestled the devil He bares the scars of all the blows
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Where the Future Begins
Where the Future Begins A Love Rewritten in Peace (A Poem by Nomi) The war is over. The walls are gone. The titans sleep, their purpose done.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Poets
The Compass of Your Soul
**I. The Map of Beginnings** Listen, child, the world is wide, A stormy sea, a rising tide. No ready path, no golden lane,
By EMRANUZZAMANabout a year ago in Poets
What I Carried After You
Grief doesn’t leave. It shifts its weight, climbs into your throat, and learns to sleep beside your breathing. I packed away your letters.
By Rukka Novaabout a year ago in Poets
"Wings of Freedom"
"Wings of Freedom" A bird soars high in skies of blue, Its wings a dance, both old and true. With every flap, it claims the air,
By RK Rakibabout a year ago in Poets
I Miss You.
My poetry remembers you, Even my books speak of your name. Each word holds a trace of you, Every page carries the warmth of your smile. How do I tell you? You live in every thought, every moment of mine... Relentlessly, without reason, without demand — you come to mind.
By A page from the Pastabout a year ago in Poets
Moments That Passed...🌙
Sometimes, there are moments that pass by, and at that time, we don’t even realize how special they are. They just slip away... silently. And when we finally understand their value... Only memories remain. Scattered, incomplete, yet safely tucked away in the deepest corners of the heart.
By A page from the Pastabout a year ago in Poets
Omer 22 - 22 piercings. Content Warning.
Relegated to la belle juive. Relegated to a crying villain; claims of crocodile tears. Relegated to something not human without say, without thought, without care. I remain the caricature. I remain fiction. No control allotted or allowed. I am the one who haunts them, nonetheless.
By Chaia Leviabout a year ago in Poets