heartbreak

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

March of Death
With each breath We take one step closer To it all being over Not over over But the end of our world as we know it A new and uncharted era
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Windemere
the promise of forever, shattered scattered casualties of war abandoning what mattered most left and broken on the floor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
clean the star
per dust perfect clean never seen Universe is dumped with garlands of stars and garbage of stardust you can't clean instead, lean and look high
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Give me a call
Since you've departed I don't feel at peace. More and more, I miss you. I keep your garments close to me every night. I am clutching to your vanishing fragrance.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Eternal Canvas
The sky unfolds in shades of blue, A canvas wide, forever true, It holds the stars, the sun, the moon, A silent witness to our tune.
By Samira2 years ago in Poets
Requiem to a dream
.............fate, o fate...do wait ...........Death draws near...see the sky weep The trumpet...the grave! 🗡️ HARD has been my path
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
Endless Yearning
You are my journey, my end, Without you, life feels so hard. You complete every flaw in me, Yet I remain unworthy of you.
By THiNK2 years ago in Poets
Struggling with Low Libido? We Can Help
Introduction Low libido or low sex drive can be a frustrating and sometimes embarrassing issue for many people. It can affect relationships, self-esteem and overall well-being. If you are suffering from low libido, know that you are not alone, there are many people in India who are affected by this problem and you are one of them but don't worry, and there are steps you can take to improve your sex drive.
By Alley Scott2 years ago in Poets
Pick me up to hold me again
When I die, Flowers will bloom upon my grave— Hold me close again~ ~~~ ;) - Kodah
By Kodah2 years ago in Poets
THE HUMAN REMOTE CONTROL: A POWER WE SHOULD NEVER HOLD
Human Remote Control: A Poem In the age of buttons, wires, and screens, Where everything bends to our swift commands, We dream of a device, strange yet serene,
By PETER J2 years ago in Poets
What Have I Forgotten Now?
Today was his birthday. I live at the residence where he passed away. -—-The seizures hit me a week ago, causing me to break the toilet seat as I fell to the concrete floor. I'm still sore.--—- The "extended illness" mentioned in my brother's obituary is a euphemism for "years of drug abuse that ended in an overdose." It's curious to me that I've never seen his ghost.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 years ago in Poets
Hemolytic Reaction. Content Warning.
Empty There’s nothing left now I am alone Blood means nothing 'Don’t ask a question you might not like the answer to' That is what they say
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets