heartbreak

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

My Accolades
willingly lost in a moment led astray by a thought misguided by the notion that I am one with it surreal scenes of wonder
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Masked, Disguised And Vulnerable
Can’t trust a poet Our thoughts are tied up in rhyme Hiding bleeding hearts
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Trophy Lover. Content Warning.
You spark a fire in me That never seems to die out. Your spark is like a hell’s flame Always burning and ready to crash out
By Andre The First2 years ago in Poets
Bird Shooting
The shooting season has begun, Signalling the need to break free from old habits. Like a disease concealed in the tall grass,
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
At The Ceiling.. Content Warning.
Do you stare up at your ceiling, hoping to make out a shape that looks like my face? I still see your face in everything I do, all the time, fighting to make it fade away. Go away.
By Rabbit2 years ago in Poets
Please Save Me
Please somebody save me. I’m gonna die. I don’t wanna die. I can’t breathe, please. I’m not at ease. I can feel the air leaving my lungs.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Serrated Knives
I should have known that your words Were never meant to be poppy petals Across my tear-weary, red-rimmed eyes But a serrated blade across my belly.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
King of the Abyss
You made sure to feed the gulls. They found me, cold and ghostly on the shoreline we named “Forever” and let me reign over their unforgetting flock.
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
Soot & Ashes
After the blast when the dust has settled I sift through the remaining rubble searching for a keepsake a souvenir of the eloquent structure that
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
Broken Miracles
And there we were On a king size bed Only hugging and saying how much we care I loved you I touched you I hugged you I felt you
By JAMR2 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Night
In the quiet of the night, When stars have lost their light, I sit alone with thoughts that weigh, In the emptiness, I drift away.
By Muzammil Sandhu2 years ago in Poets
Blue Midnight. Top Story - September 2024.
Blue Midnight hurts; my soul is regurgitating pain from those before me and those with me now in the shadows of darkness. I am silent yet my mind replays the choices, the sickness and the fear of never having a window that will open and allow me to breathe peacefully.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets