heartbreak

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

As if we've never met!
History—that's us, what we are. There's nothing for us to discuss anymore. Our breakup has taken place between us. A long,
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Resilience
In shadows deep, where darkness falls, Humanity's echoes, faint calls. The Holocaust's scar, a vast expanse, Horror cast in shadows' dance.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
A Love Beyond Time
A Love Beyond Time In a little, captivated town settled between moving propensities and a sparkling lake occurred with a young lady named Clara. She had insight into her idea and how her laughing could edify even the most dull of days. Clara worked at the nearby warmed unprecedented kitchen, where the staggering fragrance of really set up bread and cakes twirled around. Dependably, she opened the shop happily, welcoming every client with warmth and rapture.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Autumn and ‘Our’ Love.
They say autumn is a time for losses and gains. It was late March when I found you. You came with that beautiful smile that brightened my melancholic day, making me feel like the master of a bountiful harvest this time of year.
By Debora Epifanio 2 years ago in Poets
fall
i did not fall out of love with you. i am crawling because i need to find solace in an empty world. i sit at night head between my knees
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
fall
i did not fall out of love with you. i am crawling because i need to find solace in an empty world. i sat at night head between my knees
By Sara 2 years ago in Poets
Thirty years have passed
Similarly, the aggravation and magnificence burn my heart -- I can't let either go. Thirty years have passed. Thirty years!
By Noha Aji2 years ago in Poets
In our thousands, in our millions.
Rubber and pepper Bullets designed to deter But we keep pushing ◇ Teargas and batons To choke and beat us away Won't break our spirits
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Good Enough . Top Story - May 2024.
Sweetheart those russet orbs Settling inside your eyes, Those aren't boring as you say. Glint resembles the fireflies Tea, honey and sweet lies. Anxious to capture it's prey. No cigarettes, no champagne, You adorn an enchanting smile To subside the pain. Mi amor, You don't realize your power... You don't realize the honor, In between those thorns, A rose lies, eager for the hour. TO SAY SOMETHING To rip it out of her chest She swears to the devine, "You don't have to be the best." Says to herself Unable to express. She screams out hearing nothing in return, Banging her closed doors to find the echoes creeping through the walls She finds herself empty, Only the crimson that flows Ignites the burn. Tired, The masterpiece sinks down Into the abyss Eyes closed, Pure Bliss... Shedding pearls. Hidden behind the curls... She finds herself murmuring, A whisper that is rough, "Why am I not good enough."
By Sumayya Sharmin 2 years ago in Poets
5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
New Years
in january on new years i met someone who i thought was perfect for me. he had a nice smile and eyes and always made me laugh. he said i love you first and stayed with me when i thought he would leave. he read my writing and let me open up to him. and he was cheating. he was lying to my face. between the i love you’s and the pinky promises and the i’ll never leave you’s he was cheating. and he didn’t care enough to post me but now he’s posting all the girlfriends that came after me. now he’s calling them all the names he didn’t call me. now he’s walking around with my trauma in his back pocket and i gave it to him. i shouldn’t trust people anymore…
By Helen Alarcon2 years ago in Poets
Asleep
I have stumbled on this stunning picture of Lawrence Matheson's gravestone in Mt. Macedon Cemetery of Victoria, Australia and was fascinated by it. I wrote this haiku just as a story placeholder. Perhaps one day I will come back to this story.
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Poets