heartbreak

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

A Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Just Words
Rampant thoughts Sleepless nights Trigger intent Drunk again Drown it out No enjoyment Harder and harder Tell the world
By Nick Queen2 years ago in Poets
Evanesce. Runner-up in Poemosaurus Rex Challenge. Top Story - May 2024.
We were alive at one time We lived and breathed We loved and wondered And yes we dreamed We felt our hearts beat to the rhythm of the wind
By JBaz2 years ago in Poets
Intimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Despite having nothing in my life
Hardships, tears, and misery. Throughout my upbringing,. I was treated as an outcast. I was given the name Rotten. As if I were an old, fallen fruit.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
I probably hurt you
I realize I probably hurt you, caused you torment. More, I realize that I have lost your trust. I wish I had that second back once more
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
A Day For Them
The cry of battle Echoes through the halls , tears fall at the sound of Taps
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
"Echoes of Longing: Voices from the Old Age Home"
In silent halls where shadows linger long, The elders sit, remembering days now gone. With wrinkled hands and eyes that tell a tale,
By Lily💜 2 years ago in Poets
Hope for a New Love
"Now I can do nothing like this," I muttered to myself when tears overflowed my eyes. My love was in a dark place and the turmoil was weighing heavily on my heart. I truly loved my partner, but something was not right—I did not feel the love coming back.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Old Roger's Last Waltz
Old Roger danced on the edge of time, With wrinkled face and eyes that shined, A farmer by trade, a poet in rhyme, His life a tale of toil and grind.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
God, spare me
I am seeing stuff. Either good or awful. Is it because I'm sick in bed? I'm in the dark. Sometimes I feel quite cold. Sometimes I feel lost.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets