heartbreak

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

The old wooden doll
In a dusty corner, the wooden doll lay, With a heart carved of dreams but no one to play. Her smile painted softly, yet lonely her song,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A letter to my dad
Dear Dad, I sat holding your hand in the hospital all night when you died. I wasn’t ready for this; I still need you by my side. Cancer, pulling you to heaven's door—please don’t go, Dad; stay a while more. How can a heart so beautiful die? I don’t need anybody, Dad, just you and I.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Time Unknown
Words left unsaid drift Away in moments before Mist covers our eyes
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
The Final Waltz of the Dead Stars
abyss, the night sky as stars they dance and they die— we breathe, are alive. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another for the Sky-Ku challenge, but you already knew that!
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Fallen Feather
Lightning bolt, his scar The green flash across the sky The white owl sleeps in
By Emmanuelle Ecrit2 years ago in Poets
Memories fly, and follow wherever you go
Long may they remain Hovering above us both Beckoning us back
By Mikayla Rose2 years ago in Poets
Letters to you
my homing pigeon must have fallen for you too it never returned
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
Sky
Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Birthday Blues
Today’s the day, I should feel high, But a heavy weight sits in my sigh. Four hours each way for promises bare, When work could be closer, right over there.
By Elle Colon2 years ago in Poets
Four Weeks
It’s been four weeks – Today marks your passage. Still, I remember Walking in, And knowing it was over. Even before I saw your slumped form,
By Laura Pruett2 years ago in Poets
WHISPERS OF CHANGE
I didn’t change; you’re just finally seeing what it looks like when I’m not in love with you. You’ve never known me without the softness that love brought. You’re shocked that I’m not bothered by the communication.The cold replies and me not giving a damn about what you do,you are scared I’ve moved on and that’s something you can’t handle. It scares me too sometimes, just how little I care now. I used to think I’d always feel something, but here we are — and it’s all quiet on my end.
By Jessica Shior2 years ago in Poets
Walking and Grieving
In liminal blue a feathered smoke trail lingers between heaven and earth
By Stephanie Ginger2 years ago in Poets