heartbreak

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

Fishing the bone
Water will be many things, but even in all its forms, it will be water.You are my water.I think I might be yours, too.If you are reading this, it means I have evaporated.But it doesn't mean you should evaporate, too.Go flood the whole goddamn world.- Samson a Coolen Hoover's Hero (Heart bones)
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
BLOOD AND OIL. Top Story - October 2024.
You let those words fall from your mouth, not once, not thrice, but over and over, like a song you’ve rehearsed, no weight left in them, no guilt, no hesitation.
By Marvelous Michael2 years ago in Poets
With Rain Comes Storms, & Memories In Every Drop
Every raindrop is a prelude to another, and every thought of you, will only have brought to me, another. One picture of you will only paint one more,
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Arms Of Angels
She smiled as he spoke “Love was never meant to hurt But you are safe, now”
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
October Rain
The leaves now hold brown and red, If from the blood and mud, unknown. And the patch of grass still growing Speaks of wary wounds unsewn.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Lancashire Coal Miners
Ode to the Lancashire Miner In Lancashire's shadow, where the coal seams lie, Beneath the earth’s surface, where echoes sigh,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Perfect, Like You Are
Teach me how you do that thing with a smile as big as the sky. Kiss me quickly, lest I see deception in your eyes. Touch me as I crumble ‘neath warm fingers and cold heart.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
bound to everything that ive lost
im a ghost made of dust the dead skin that falls off forget about—me now before we fall apart i still am bound to everything that ive lost
By PacificHailie2 years ago in Poets
salvation in separation
Her well-wishers, who always wanted to see her happy, Couldn't even help in digging his grave. Couldn't shed a single tear while burying him— That separation proved not to be emptiness, but salvation.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
Do not resist for the sake of the moon, O my good-willed moon
We saw the moon come down, how about the moon? full moon God willing, those loving, watching eyes Countries, countries, cities, cities, how did the moon look?
By kainat 2 years ago in Poets
The book by its cover
I feel like a used book that you only picked up because you liked the cover. You ran your fingers along my spine then decided I was good enough to take home. But when you opened me up and realized how tattered my pages were you tried to return me at once.
By Candy Hart2 years ago in Poets