heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Polytheist
I was the visionary with parallels always blocking my views. I didn't know it was you I had to confront in order to remove the blockage. I wasted time praying to you when you never heard one of my prayers. I was wrapped up in the all-consuming aura you perpetrated but you never matched anything I ever gave, you only took. You were the crack of light that never broke the seal you formed around me. There was an afterlife I had prepared for us but this world needed me free. The keeper of the dead let me go out of pity and out of spite. You wouldn't dare meet me in the middle because that would require actual consideration from you. There was always some thing I felt I had to prove. The pressure from conformity was only released when I forced you out of my life. The voices in my head criticized me worse than your nonchalance ever did. My suffering finally collapsed and collided with my outstretched hands. We grabbed a hold of one another and I threw that wretched suffering overboard for the final time. I smelled sulfur for far too long and I grew accustomed to it. I let the fear control me until I was afraid to accomplish anything. I was unaware of how conditional our love would turn out to be. I thought being hard made me unbreakable but I still ended up broken. You didn't want me to speak but so much has gone unspoken. I thought you made me heartless when it was me who had to conceal that precious commodity. Always the greedy one, stealing my peace and sanity when I had none to begin with. I wished for your blessings but only received silence. You projected your own insecurities onto me and I accepted them readily. My revenge from this possession is the exorcism of you from my life. I have uninvited you and expelled you permanently from my sight. It took a decade for me to see that you're not some kind of deity. Not some divine omniscient creator meant to deliver me from my sins. There are more out there than just you. And there are more willing to love me the way I needed to be loved. What more could you do for me that I couldn't already accomplish without you? Fear, I could do without. Worship myself, I could do again. I found out I could always start all over again
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Matches
I never marched in line although you wasted time forcing me to. Stifling a fire that was never yours to quench. Meddling in affairs of evolution and resilience. We were trapped in gridlock pointing our fingers permanently at each other. What was once endearing is now just abhorrent and unwanted. I called you Dreamkiller but it was me who granted you all of that endless power. Forever needing reassurance but not from you. The uncensored version of myself has yet to be found. Filtered, watered down, and sanitized by extreme measures. I had to hide my true self in order to adhere to your strict standards. I broke all the rules while you continued to establish new ones. You kept trying to put out this roaring flame but all you did was make it burn brighter. My light flickers and can be see from eons away. Telescopes have witnessed my emergence into illumination. You tried to bury me with dirt. It didn't work. You tried to ruin me with water. You might as well have not even bothered. You tried to ridicule me with other matches and kerosene. But lighter fluid is useless beyond me. You tried to force dynamite down my throat. But it was you who needed to implode the most. You tried to blow me out with fables and fairy tales mixed with hyberboles. I never rose to the occasion because it was all beneath me. You used your last ounce of strength to make your final escape. You tried to set me alight with unnecessary friction and temperamental heat. There's no where we could ever meet. My embers learned to combust long before you. You kept trying to halt my progress by silencing my spark. But I've erupted into the light while you cower back into the dark. I don't need gasoline to make me more powerful. I am more than just the chemicals you tried to exile me with. These scars you helped create are now my trophies. My smoke rises and my vapor boils. I am moving beyond the boundaries and fences you installed around me. I have expanded unscathed and I have become more. I am something you cannot recognize anymore
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
The Silent Scream of Forest
The Silent Scream of the Forest In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A silent scream begins to sway, The trees, once tall, now fallen lie, Their whispers lost, their beauty gone to dry. The axe's bite, a deadly kiss, Severs life, and takes its bliss, The forest weeps, a mournful sigh, As ancient hearts begin to die. The wind, a mourner, whispers low, Of memories that will never grow, The rustling leaves, a funeral dirge, Echoing the forest's bereaved surge. Oh, how the trees cry out in pain, As innocence is lost in vain, Their wisdom, earned through seasons' toll, Felled by greed, their stories untold. The forest's heart, a heavy sigh, As if the earth itself did cry, For all the life that's been destroyed, The beauty lost, the love employed. Yet still we stand, amidst the pain, And wonder at the forest's refrain, A reminder of our power and might, And the responsibility that takes flight. Let us not forget the trees' lament, For in their silence, we are meant To hear the whispers of our past, And learn from lessons that will forever last. Let us preserve the forest's voice, And heed the call of nature's choice, For in their ancient hearts, we find A reflection of our own kind.
By Sanamdeep Singh2 years ago in Poets
a breaker of deals. Content Warning.
we're not in kentucky anymore, and i went there as far as it would always take me back to his bed yet again. misstepping the what's and when's - like it makes a difference in a he said/he said it again. just a battle of will's and won't's. just like i imagined them. like a gentrified chicken chain on every corner. because the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but it's not the only one. i hope you came ready to get messy. finger-lickin gentrified chicken chain, close enough to the real thing, because what even is real in this world? does it have to be a thing? a breaker of deals? wheeling here and there, just to settle down together, forever? over a great big bucket of gentrified chicken chain. we are a family because the box says so. still all in this together? where is north going? is this where we turn different directions? is it too soon to say i told you so? didn't i tell you that you would break my heart some day? i didn't know how or when, but i knew you would and then you did. and i never ate at gentrified chicken chain again.
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Is an Affair Worth It?
Oh, let me give you all a piece of advice, assuming you’re still naive enough to buy into this whole affair thing? Huge mess. Wrecked everything. My social circle? Gone. Everyone's whispering, judging. Everyone seems to want to see me fail, even if they don’t speak of it outright, it feels like I cannot even show my face anywhere.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
