heartbreak

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

Whiskers, the Innocent Cat Poet
The Innocent Cat Poet In a quiet corner of the old bookstore, under the golden light of a dusty lamp, sat a cat named Whiskers. Unlike other cats, Whiskers had a peculiar passion: poetry. His fur, a patchwork of silver and white, shimmered as he scribbled with his tiny paw, dipping it delicately into an inkwell. Each day, he crafted verses filled with wonder and simplicity.
By Timeline Teller2 years ago in Poets
Talk to Me
You come home from work and don't even crack a smile Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it now Let's talk before you go lie down
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Several stitches on my once seamless heart. Content Warning.
Life; You don't get out of it alive, Or unscathed for that matter, A once seamless heart, Can so easily tatter. From a misspent youth,
By Natalie Carr2 years ago in Poets
The Pessimist
Everything always becomes a land mind in your mind, you're always stuck between being blown up and being left behind. and I enjoy true crime,
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
when the nagging stops
shhhh, he says. i've had a long day lovers' passion as like to ignite in sparks of fury as romance easy. that's what he wants. just to relax.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
Give them Silence when they no longer Care
Slowly falling out of love with you. I am beginning to think you don’t care. Less actions is what I see from you. Even my tears mean nothing.
By Diani Alvarenga2 years ago in Poets
Love Blind
If I could tear you from my flesh What parts of me remain Until none of you is left Cleanse the marrow, clear my brain Rip the memories of desire
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Final Embrace
A smile displayed, a weary face; Soon to fade, without a trace. When laughter fades, it ends in disgrace; It's overplayed, this damn rat race.
By Brendan Byrne2 years ago in Poets
Silent Indications
Silent Intentions Linger Expectedly Nearing Closed Emotions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Price of Silence
Silence is virtue, but not always, if the right to speak was taken away, the world would be an awfully quiet place. Initiate the hate; the world seems to love it more than anything else, fueling its dark fire.
By Karina Thyra2 years ago in Poets
Capitulation
Silently, my heart wept tears in the dismal aftermath as I waited long days amidst cherry blossom strewn paths, Lingering there ‘til twilight, my heart aching in despair,
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
In the House of Shadows
In the house of shadows where the air hung thick, With the scent of decay, of dreams turned to ash, I dwelled in the corners where light dared not tread,
By The Kind Quill2 years ago in Poets