heartbreak

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

His 'Thank You' Left Me Broken
Inspired by Kayleigh Fraser's kintsurkoroi of us *** He told me he didn't deserve me; he was just broken pottery. I mended him together
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
To end
When a final realization comes that no more chances will be given, the heart bows as the mind rises, leading the way forward
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
You Never Asked. Top Story - July 2024.
I don't know when I decided I had to choose between expecting nothing and expecting disappointment. Every time, for the longest time, I chose to expect you to show up for me, but I guess I learned the outcome would never be what I wanted.
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
False Flag
We’re all tired of this The braggadocious actors in our theater The false flag notions of progress The boiling oceans of hate and dissent
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
BAD LOVE
When I meet you, it was the first time I realized not only rainbows are colorful, roses are too. ****************** But when you left, it was the first time I realized not only darkness is black, roses are too.
By T. Licht2 years ago in Poets
The Love Of A Father
Daddy said when I was little, boo - "You are the stars up in my sky... Do not except less for you, From any other guy." But you taught me that
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Caring (too much)
The thing about caring for someone well past the point of sensible, is the back and forth hurting and the endless attempts
By Heather Scott2 years ago in Poets
Songless
Reaching for the phone to call for help Eight in the morning, beer in hand You grabbed my arm, pushed me down Thrust my skull to the floor
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
fossils
you are written on the vertebrae of my spine where it curves and breaks. your words are teeth buried in the sand: digging into
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
The metamorphosis of desperation into a field of dandelions
The dramatism of the mortal bane elapsed in its stillness to be, In the pleas of eternal metamorphosis, I wished for the darkness to engulf me.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
An Ephemeral Affair
Was it ever love? Or simply lust? A fire can burn bright with passion But for how long? ‘Till coals left Nothing to rekindle
By Ryan Burkey2 years ago in Poets
Today
Today was hard. Work is a good distraction but awfully stressful. Conversations with friends were needed and lifted my spirits.
By Amanda McGuire2 years ago in Poets