heartbreak

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

Accepting the Consequences
He lays awake at night holding tight to his regrets, Knowing he has done a loved one wrong, He made decisions that caused immeasurable pain,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Stardust Whispers: A Bond Beyond Nightfall
You visit me when the shimmering stars spill across the midnight sky, I feel your sadness and mourning, Your desire to still be among the heartbeats pulsating,
By Daphsam3 years ago in Poets
Mirrors
Mirror mirror on the wall Hanging by a nail so small It's a miracle that you don't fall It takes time for me to recall To recall what I see and know what it means
By Thomas Terry3 years ago in Poets
For Phil
i know its selfish of me to to keep holding on so tightly to you and your former life. i know speaking you name to keep you alive
By Carmen Smallchild3 years ago in Poets
I think about you every day
I forget what you look like. Kind of. You know what I mean. I won't look back to old photos of happier times. I can't. The artist in my mind cannot mix the colors to complete the outlined image of you. Is your skin still sun-kissed or are you working too much to spend days dancing in the sunshine? Does your hair still go down to your butt or have you cut it since? I haven't gotten over how indifferent the world is that you and I are not together. Distance and time don't fight fairly. I'm not an out of sight out of mind type person. You consume my mind on a daily basis. Quite frankly, you haunt my existence. It's true what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. But darling, I am fonded out. I famishly break into soup kitchens slurping the leftover mush of your entire being. I live off our memories like koi fish live off wishful pennies that won't be answered in passerby coin ponds. I create visions of us that never occurred and explore them ad nauseam.
By D3 years ago in Poets
Romance
every day, a romance starts in a wound As my lover calls it, A wound that swallows and burns and suffocates It holds a small hole that fills like a leech filling up with blood
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Moments In Time
Moments captured in a photoA lifetime Frozen in a frame Wounds preserved and held in escrow places we long to be againThe sun will rise and set on this lifeLeading us through our expiratoryJagged and beautiful the knife As thousands of pixels reveal our storyLife is potentially unkindDuring even the best of timesBlurring the ties that loving bindsSevering the precious fragile lines But nothing and no one can steal the hearts joy Cemented deeply in our soul A gift the father graciously employsFilling with love the empty void New days will come, bringing us wonderThe past will blend making them shine And once again we’re held here under The mercy of his grand design
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Red Roses
Silence often communicates words that can't be spoken; Silence, the only sound I hear while here I stand in the rain, Teary-eyed while smelling these red roses, which I intend to
By Carol Ann Townend3 years ago in Poets
I///wandered lone
I///wandered lone ly as a cloud rain falling Splinters s h a t t e r///e d all around keep stalling My blood drained as I s-c-raped the bark
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Artichoke Hearts
Teeth scrape bitter leaves, tongue away the gel across your teeth smile offer up a steamed heart pierced on the tip of your fork
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Poets
No'ing It All
The one thing know-it-alls need to know Is what they don't The one thing smartasses need to realize Is another's reality
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes Where will he stop
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets