heartbreak

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

Obmutescence
S taring at my phone, regret seeps in I know I’ve messed up, my soul heavy with sin L et's talk this over, don’t let this be the end
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago in Poets
Where is my autumn?
Late summer broke my heart, Now it's winter, I ask: Was it that fast… did I miss a season? And one question remains— Where is my autumn?
By A Ganguly2 years ago in Poets
The Scream Within
Standing as I gazed out across the fjord at Ekeberg, I beheld the sky turn red as that of the blood that runs through my veins
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Simple Truth
Everyone I have ever loved has broke me
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
Solicitously...
Solicitously, I'll wear my fine jewelry, my rings and my watches. I'll wear my hair long and braided, with strings through the notches.
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
The Door
You closed the door You locked it You barred the other side And bolted it But I I am the one who walked away
By Vicious Avarice2 years ago in Poets
I hate the sound of my crying
such a terror to be human In of such a mortal condition, there is no Lasting Peace against the evil of emotions Engulfed in more fluids that I loathe, I am longing to flush them like a virus
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them How have they not gotten a face full of fist
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I would leave it there
I have no more aces to draw upon you've burned my candle to nothing but the metal stub in your careless musings comings and goings
By Sarah Lenn2 years ago in Poets
Casual?. Content Warning.
There is an irony in describing someone shot as a 'casualty'. screenshot There is nothing 'casual' in the act of bringing a gun into a school,
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets