heartbreak

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

Harder
My rattling need heaves restless inside my ribcage; disillusion sticks stubbornly like phlegm coating bronchial lungs. I cough.
By Paris Rosemont2 years ago in Poets
Svengali Gone
Charming fraudster, you captured my heart, my innocence stuck in the web of Svengali, killing love. The Fury Road carried
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Life without you
I said, life without you, would be fun But, like a garden, regret grows It haunts my heart, a lost dream A ghost, from days and nights
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
The Last Goodbye
“The time has come, precious little one, For us to go separate ways” “But I don’t want to leave, mom” “I know you don’t want to,
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
Catacombs
There was a phantom residing in the red wake of our afterglow. As it was above, it was just the damn same below. A blood opera
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
food for thought . Top Story - July 2024.
lay out all of my ingredients spill my guts on the cutting board use your words like cutlery your measurements say I’m a bad recipe
By Daniel K2 years ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - betwixt
always the between never been the last, the first one you remember * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another thing that sometimes gets to me and sometimes I feel. Not really a current thing, but was playing around with the words and this came forth.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Selective Mute (part 2)
I pinned so many hopes in you, dear, of you rising higher than your wings. Of starting courage up with fear, and patching your pores till trauma sings.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Coral Bones
We took the ferry to the remote island surrounded by rogue waves. We named the currents and carved inappropriate glyphs into the moist walls
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Present Ache. Runner-up in Breakup Nonet Challenge.
I wish I'd never walked in the rain found you under your umbrella sipped coffee at the café learned the taste of your name
By Justin Black2 years ago in Poets
No More Grief
It was on this day that my mom died. It was painful and yes I cried. Yeah her death turned my life’s tide. But she’s in a better
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
A Tapered Truth
Loving you was writing a nonet: a tapered truth. There was only so much I could do. It was asking: “do I like this creation? What I’ve
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets