heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Blue Baby
I stand in the foyer Asking myself From the other side of consciousness “Why am I here?” I swore I would never return here
Emily BomanPublished about a year ago in PoetsLucid Harvest
I'm pacing my minds lucid harvest with a sling blade hand. I place the crops in my basket case of wicker and thought. I'm falling so fast over the edge of my sanity trying to bring reason behind this imaginary treason. My eyes are slammed shut like shutters in Kansas when the wind picks up. But I can see. There is an ancient rosary held up by a blue tack on a solemn slate wall. I heard a voice say "take it back," the words seemed to slowly crawl,
Ellis EscoPublished about a year ago in PoetsTwo Halves
Finding company with the old band Even with new songs and rhythms Old friends are easy to come by here It isn't long until laughter fills the quiet places in my heart.
Neal William SheehanPublished about a year ago in PoetsEye to Eye with the Skyline
I am awake, but softly. My door is open, the fan blows steadily, it’s late, or early, the atmosphere is fuzzy and warm. The blanket sticks to my back.
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsDelicate
they’re dried and pressed, like pristine sheets of purple glass. the lilacs we picked together when we were together can you picture the shades of light and dark?
Kaitlyn ChungPublished about a year ago in PoetsSelf pity?
I’ve lost track of how many days I wake up this way. Before I take my first conscious breath, I already have words on my tongue that I cannot say because you’re somewhere doing whatever it is you’re doing. Whatever it is I do, there’s always a petty string of spite that attaches itself.
Jamie RamsayPublished about a year ago in PoetsREE-OHH-(V)-DHREE-OKT-KREE
The face in the mirror glances up. New haircut, blondish. Headphones with mic. -- Glance from soft eyes to nose to laptop
Conor DarrallPublished about a year ago in PoetsTainted Memories
I did not know what love was, until I awoke with you in my heart and in my head I did not know, until I cried every night I only wished for three more seconds of your presence for the rest of time
Cynthia Fraser-ShadboltPublished about a year ago in PoetsSTAY ALIVE
Stay alive my dear, lend me your ear! The sound is the crumb. The path to light paved a mirror vision written in blood & walked before by the divine ancestors of the family root.
You and I
It was such a sight, because of so much light, I saw you after my flight, although we never fight. We danced and kissed and we never missed,
Frances HelenaPublished about a year ago in Poets"A Grain of Sand"
Am I holding on To something that's dead? Is this all from my heart, Or all in my head? Is the scarring of flesh Against the blade of time Really the place To make all this align? In from my center Stretching out through my hand... I miss your sweet face Over all in this land. What I would give To turn back the clock To have swam in the memories Where we kept with the flock, But like so many sheep We wantingly stray, Searching all through the night, Wandering all through the day. It's a vortex it seems That we found our way to.. And to keep you from harm I kept me from you... I've stared in the abyss Too many times it may seem... Is this all waking life? Or is this a dream? Why is it I see you In and out through the fog? Will you wait by the gate For this feral old dog? Why is it with death There's a promise of new? Could I give it all back For one second with you? Just long enough To say all thats unsaid... That you are here in my heart And you're here in my head... What if I'd been there When you were found at your end? Could I have fought against death To save a dear friend? Could I have made a bargain... It's between here and naught... In a sea of these questions I find myself caught... Once again all the tears Will soon fill my eyes As I brave a new day In this empire of lies... Whom do I blame? With whom is my fight? Do I war against day? Do I war against night? Do I just keep on walking While hoping you see All the things that I do For you...and for me... When will I finally Feel I've atoned... So my spirit can rest And I can go home... In the deep endless river That runs through my soul Are memories of a woman I can never make whole... It's just in my dreams Where I can still see your face... But when I awaken I must keep running my race... If access was granted For just one more day I would hold you until The winds blew you away... Till all that was left Was just one grain of sand... And they would find me years later With it still in my hand... They say it's a gamble Between heaven or grave And it's the scars that we get That soon make us brave And it's in falling down That we learn how to stand... Or how a life can be measured By just one grain of sand.
Adam HarperPublished about a year ago in Poetsrainbow haired girl
she sits across from me in an impossible room in one of those hard plastic chairs we used in high school outside the counselors office
Sammy MoorePublished about a year ago in Poets