heartbreak

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

You Haunt Me
The thought of you haunt me Don’t want to carry the same pain you gave me into my next relationship The first time I crouched down on the floor and cried
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Wilt
I will never forget the shame of loving you. Its branded into the folds of my memories, Tucked between grey sheets like the embers
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Maybe Next Time
Maybe next time, I say to myself, You will obtain the courage to move on, Maybe next time, The hurt won't prick like a thorn,
By Simran Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Who I Used to Be
I moved on from you, that chapter’s closed, A book I shelved, its pages exposed. But even as I walk this path anew, The past still whispers — though not of you.
By Madhusha Logachandran2 years ago in Poets
Radical Toxic Mind
Playing in my face; that a radical decision Exit stage left, and don’t stay pass midnight I tricked my mind into thinking that I didn't really love you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
When Hope Turns to Tears
When Hope Turns to Tears Hope glimmers softly in the night, A fragile flame, a beacon bright. But winds can howl and skies can break,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Our Country Needs a miracle 😭💦
Our Country Needs a miracle 😭💦 In shadows cast by history’s hand, A nation weeps for dreams once grand. Once bustling streets adorned with cheer,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Remembering Nikki Giovanni
Nikki Giovanni: A Voice That Echoed Through Generations On December 10, 2024, the world lost a poetic giant, Nikki Giovanni, at the age of 81. A celebrated poet, activist, and educator, Giovanni transformed the landscape of modern literature with her profound insights into race, identity, and humanity. Her passing leaves an irreplaceable void, but her words and deeds will continue to inspire generations.
By Iqra Jabeen2 years ago in Poets
Outsider. Top Story - December 2024.
I step into the room where God is supposed to be, and they say He’s here—everywhere, really— but I can’t feel Him the way they do.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
The Glance Of Amor
Silence that creeps in the hind of sights, The beauty of the admiring glance that dances through the gleaming eyes, In the mundane walks of day and night, romanticizing the stellar of chance,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The White Elephant in the Room
Some people had Christmas, she had new moons. As a child she’d pouted after winter break, hearing of piles of presents under decorated trees,
By Find FLOE2 years ago in Poets
The Seven Year Itch Haiku
The Seven Year Itch Seven-year itch stirs, Longing for more, need is must, Passion's dirty secrets.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets