heartbreak

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

Politics in Love
Politics in Love In the realm where hearts and minds conspire, Where the politics of love ignite desire, A dance of power and passion intertwined,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
You'll Be Okay
Walking away Even though I'm dead on my feet Walking away even though I've got swollen knees Pretending I don't know you
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
Women in toxic marriages
This is for all women around the world. Those who are in toxic marriages. Why are you still there? Why are you still with him?
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Pseudo Love
In the quiet shadows of the twilight hour, Where dreams once bloomed like a fragrant flower, There lingers now a wistful sigh,
By layali mumtaz2 years ago in Poets
Anonymity
Now the news of your arrival makes me nervous. I pretend as if you are a thing of the past for me. My reactions change within me. Due to which, I don't know, I feel a strange nervousness. I don't want to take, hear or know your name in any way. I don't want to return to those pages of the past. Now my life is anonymous and This anonymity itself is the "name" of my life.
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
mostly ambiguous. Content Warning.
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Gray Love
In the quiet corners of a heart unseen, Lies a love, unspoken, in shades between. A silent yearning, a hidden tear, A whispered longing, forever near.
By layali mumtaz2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Full Tilt
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Soul-3
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Apathy II: A Faceless Curse
Look at me, What do you see? Apathy‐ I'm sorry, but I'm not I wish I could be sorry But, I kind of like being numb I wish I could care
By JM2 years ago in Poets
Silence
I know you'll never see these words, you're far too young to even read. But your little eyes hold more than mine- To some kind of trauma, they did heed.
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets