heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
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The man who once regarded me as spring has long had his own summer I live in his promise of spring flowers No flower has bloomed so far
Brian WongPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEndless of Love
Endless of Love In your eyes, I see the stars. A galaxy where my heart resides. Your touch, a melody soft and far, binds our souls with silken tides.
Rony SutradarPublished 6 days ago in PoetsLego
Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in Poetsto my younger self
You don't know me, but I know you. Who are you? I am you and you are me. Are you from the future? Yes, you have so much to learn yet and I am here to teach you.
Chloe Rose Violet 🌹Published 6 days ago in PoetsWashed Away
A mouthful of air Caught in waves of emotion Unable to swim
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 6 days ago in PoetsPhases of Change
I don't understand, you act so different around me. I've built walls after everything I've been through. I'm the one you're supposed to open up to, can't you see?
Crystal McGrawPublished 6 days ago in PoetsBreakup'
Your smile, a fleeting memory now A bittersweet reminder of what we had somehow Lost in the whispers of what could have been
Isra SaleemPublished 7 days ago in PoetsIt Hurts
The tears I cry, they fall like rain A never-ending pain, a constant strain My heart is heavy, my soul is worn The weight of sorrow, it bearing morn
Isra SaleemPublished 7 days ago in PoetsTorrid Affairs
In the tempest's rage, they succumb to the wild, A tumultuous saga, passion undefiled. Yearning so fierce, it refuses restraint,
Solomon WalkerPublished 7 days ago in PoetsBroken wings
As the earth whispers, my breath is caught in my throat to race in my chest even every intertwined pulse is no longer passed by blood
Prayoga YulianoPublished 7 days ago in PoetsMy Heart Weeps
My heart weeps with the very thought, Tears pool to drown its beat, Fissures tear the pain wide open, As hours turn up the heat.
Colleen MillsteedPublished 7 days ago in PoetsMy lost hours
He´s sweeter than an apple pie, His hands so soft, soul untouched, has never said the last goodbye, Never heard the devil knocking on his door.
Sleeping PillsPublished 7 days ago in Poets