heartbreak

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

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Every night you Came to my mind, you Left a blank spot In my heart Partly breaking it... Sounds Emotional, I know... Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed my poem, please let me know by leaving a tip, a like or a comment. Subscribe if you're interested in my work! Any support is appreciated! <3 You might like these too:
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
Ruined Intimacy
I'm meant to bring them Together, but Separate I'm a Paradox Thavien's Token: This poem is constructed for Matthew Fromm's "Mirror, Mirror" challenge.
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Dark Room
I had completely forgotten not only where I was, but also who I was - my name and even basic facts like the existence of mobile phones. It felt as if I had just woken up with no awareness or memories at all, which was amplified by being in a pitch black room.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
Heartsick
Don’t ask me why. I don’t even know. You made it clear where you stood at the first hello. Yet here we are, in this room
By Cassandra Warren2 years ago in Poets
He Came Down Once
Devastation, burnt up, pulverized heart, when you told me that, “It’d take Jesus to come down, to save your marriage.”
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
My Hope is Just Hidden
Ever bright was my hope, Could not be clouded over, Looking back now, I was a fool again, Pouring all my emotions into this groundless dream,
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
The String.
The Fates have pulled our string and its been violently cut in two I took the longer piece of course, Like I'll always be burdened to do
By SP2 years ago in Poets
Dark Nights of December
I drew you a bath once. The bomb I used stained the water a shimmery deep purple. So close to being black you couldn't tell the difference.
By SP2 years ago in Poets
Fate.
Sea glass eyes framed by gold fire A Siren's song tempting me to swim There is nothing quite like the desire Of her tracing devotions into my skin
By SP2 years ago in Poets
In The Wake of The End
There’s no rewinding the tape, no undoing the damage he inflicted with his words and actions. He ensured that the bridge between us burned irreparably. Yet, despite it all, my heart clings to him—desperate, stubborn, and foolish.
By Heather Donald2 years ago in Poets
Empty
Emptiness of isolation, Comes from the pain of refutation. Lost in "what might have been" in the past, Isolated by a friendship that faded too fast.
By Kent Brindley2 years ago in Poets
3 Years Divorced (Dec. 4, 2021). Runner-Up in In Eclipse Challenge.
Every year— or year and one half— the same: celestial superseding of yin and yang, light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame. In twilit noons, do you feel the same pang
By Jennifer A. G.2 years ago in Poets