heartbreak

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

Candy
A twisted wrapper tossed aside bobbles toward the shore I’ve seen that candy pass my lips and felt the want for more I thought of you and her a while and tried not to regret
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
The Strange Case of the Haunted Bungalow
An ex-colleague of mine once told me an eerie story that may be the creepiest one I've heard. Unfortunately, I don't know many details besides what he told me since we no longer work together. I'll recount it as best I can.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
their attractive empty promises
Sc r e w e d without (hope) Shots fired oo o oo o by life and vice leave b l e e d i n g bullet holes o oo oo o o o z i n g and s e e p i n g
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Faded Love
I'm still in our house. We were happy together. Very wealthy. We had money. Good jobs. Cars, Beautiful house. But he left me.
By Nelo3 years ago in Poets
Sleep paralysis or awake?
To set the stage, my grandmother has a vacation house on an old burial ground where my father experienced many paranormal events as a child. When I was 14, my family stayed there for a few nights.
By spooky session3 years ago in Poets
subjection
Author's Note: This poem's subject is sexual assault and might be triggering. Reader discretion is advised. _____________________________
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
What We Used To Be
Is it wrong of me to want you back in my life? To want the good parts again? I know how wrong you were for me and how much you hurt me, but I miss the version of you that was good.
By Angel Adagio3 years ago in Poets
fulfilment
Bullet holes ...shots hurt * dark recesses riddled * rip fresh shards flesh * fractured bloody lifeline dripping
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Love Trap
Love Trap ______By Aranna Hasan Delwar. I did not foretell any storm in Chaitra's farewell to the arrival of Baisakh. Clouds did not darken the sky, rain water did not come down to the ground.
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 3 years ago in Poets
Roasting Marshmallows
In the fall the caretaker will rake leaves from atop your grave the leaves will be taken to a giant pile and there they will be cremated
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
Marker No. 9
i had a name til I had none shackled, stolen, broken boned ripped from good stripped searched laid bare metal to my brow
By Christy Munson3 years ago in Poets
Shadow of Sorrow
Enveloped in darkness since you passed Consumed by the vast black inky shadow of grief. Lost is the light of your love. Into the darkness I’d willingly go.
By Kenneth cruz3 years ago in Poets