heartbreak

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

Dawn
The screaming. The vomit. The blood. As I lay down that night. I never thought I would see you again. Your breath.
By Brierabout 2 hours ago in Poets
Walk In My Steps No Never
Walk In My Steps No Never Walk in my steps, no never they said, My road was too heavy to bear, They warned you about loving me,
By Marie381Uk about 6 hours ago in Poets
Moonlit Inventory
At midnight the apartment is honest. No emails, no sunlight, no makeup version of me trying to look okay. ﹁﹂ I sit on the floor with a notebook
By Milan Milicabout 8 hours ago in Poets
To the mothers who choose themselves
Just for tonight, close your eyes. The battle is over, and though you lie here cold and bleeding, your pulse hums beneath the heartache,
By Eden Rowabout 8 hours ago in Poets
Unveiled
Broken open by storms passing through, soft inside like a weathered tree.
By Eden Rowabout 9 hours ago in Poets
The Tempting Flame
I touched your wild flame to warm my frigid heart, now it's frozen and burned.
By John R. Godwinabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe about 12 hours ago in Poets
that yellow scarf
the scarf you knit me holds the shape of our last hug warmth that won't let go
By Daniel Kabout 12 hours ago in Poets
internal inferno
whiskey solution fire held inside my ribcage dissolving her name
By Daniel Kabout 12 hours ago in Poets
drinking about you
this winter demands no fire, only a solvent to burn her absence
By Daniel Kabout 12 hours ago in Poets
Silent fog
Candle flames move softly, and lights inside houses try hard to shine through the windows. The fog is very thick. Streetlights look weak,
By Nawaz Hassanabout 14 hours ago in Poets
Many People Keep Asking The Same Questions: Who Are You??
I've started to understand this whole thing in life! I can't fight it alone, and certainly counselling sessions cannot help.
By 365poetry - "Holy Trinity":::: I Know The Cross, It's The Spirit Of Kharôn Latin Spelling (Charon) Translation "Fierce Brightness"about 14 hours ago in Poets