heartbreak

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

The Gambling Game Called Love
The Gambling Game Called Love Love’s a table, cards in hand, A reckless bet, a silent stand. Hearts are chips, we play, we spin,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A Deadly Game of Snakes and Ladders
A Deadly Game of Snakes and Ladders Life’s a board, a roll of dice, Climb a ladder — how nice, how nice. A step, a leap, you’re flying high,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Love Stinks Sometimes
Love Stinks Sometimes You give your all — still, it’s not enough, Hold tight, yet they loosen the cuff. You stay, steady through the storm’s embrace,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Ashes of Broken Promises
The night whispers, the moon drifts in chase, The garden’s flowers wither, and still longing for your embrace. Time flee fast, left behind the words you vowed,
By Eiman Asif2 years ago in Poets
Love's Tulips
A prince, a maid A tale told through time Pledges made A love spoken through rhyme Image created by Author using AI Two hearts fully paired
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Black Rose Drips Red Blood
The Black Rose Drips Red Blood A black rose bloomed in silent dread, Its petals dark as words unsaid. A velvet crown of shadows grew.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
There
Yes, I can only Dream to be there. Even a hard, constant press on the Where Won't get me there, Except palming in Where I can grip a life Out inside with the ribbon, There. With a marble, it does not care... For a fist. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Phantom Pains
My body ached for you today stretched out cross the bed, like a corpse I longed to hear the sweet words that you'd say but you're gone, and that's useless, of course
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Broken Art
"more please," an agitated voice begged. wuh-PSSSH! whip-crackings echoed, accompanied by a voice filled with hurt. he had risen,
By Sammeeha 2 years ago in Poets
Dead Man Haiku
Dead Man Haiku Dead man died fast death family wept in mourning dead man gone forgot
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
How We Resist
It is natural to feel overwhelmed at the destruction we’re facing. * That’s the point of it all: the shocking disregard for history,
By David Muñoz2 years ago in Poets
How A Long Disgusted
Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? Mad at me still? How long disgusted?! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets