heartbreak

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

The Radio sorcerer
In the twilight's embrace, the frequencies play A cosmic dance, the universe grants. a together magic, at the close of day.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
I thank God; I just dumped you!
We were lovers. You and me. But not anymore. Stop dreaming. Don't try to fix it. Stop hopping. Stop being nice. We were an item.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
A poem I wrote
I'm wide awake, eagerly anticipating the love that will come tomorrow. I understand that dreams dont do justice what we have insatiably made.
By Chenelle Agnew2 years ago in Poets
the lie
take your things and go before I snap the serpent reared its ugly head I never even knew you and no one ever will you are fraudulent
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Oh, my dear mother
I'm listening to their voices. The cacophony they make grows louder by the minute. I'm only an innocent youngster. They are both my parents.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
I want you back
I still think about you. You are the center of my heart. My heart is frozen without you. My soul yearns for you. When I'm cold at night, I miss your warm caresses.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Letting Go
I filled out a postcard for you, but when I finished, I placed it back on the fridge. I filled out a postcard for you, addressed it and everything. Took it off the fridge, signed it with "love always," left it in the living room for a week, and threw it away in the end.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Running On Empty
I can't give you more of nothing left in me. I can't pour from a cup that has nothing left in it. You want from this world more than I could ever give you.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
a door open left. Content Warning.
a one-size-fits fit adorns him as newly suited so fine that it is sheer as he wears it a royal obnouncement strikes like bliksem in the dark
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Money
Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Growing Pains
Everybody grows up. Aging is inevitable, an unchangeable thing. There are different things that adulthood brings: bills, responsibility, work... children perhaps.
By Latoya Giles 2 years ago in Poets
All You've Done
You've seen me simple You've seen me prettified You've heard me wicked You've heard me mummified You've felt me warm You've felt me cold
By Erianna Gilliam2 years ago in Poets