heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
As Silent as the Grave
These days I have no more room for somber poems written under sunsets or love poems illuminated under star lights, all the shine has left in the form of mahogany coffins dropping into soft Texas earth that's been stirred by the bodies of now unfamiliar faces only captured in Facebook and instagram pictures. Windows into the past both reveal and steal my joy like a therapist diagnosing the depression I didn't know I had. The love I had has now passed, now here I am. Sunless and depressed.
By Malik Elahi8 years ago in Poets
Body Nostalgic
From the Beginning I hung on your doorframelike a hinge,and wore the white dressbecause I thoughtyou would remembermy body without organs,haunting a frontal lobe.I must have lost my mind.Renegadebrains on leashesflying faster away,which must be whywe love abandoned,frantic things,and panic whena temporal node forgetsthe sensation ofof a beating, deserted coreor a door being closedbehind you.
By Margot Eastles8 years ago in Poets
From Broken to Healing
She took my heart in her hands and promised she wouldn’t break it or hurt it in any way. Now I’m standing here with my heart in my hands shattered into pieces. With no feeling at all and numb to the bone, I wasn’t planning on letting anyone else in my heart. I let it fall to the ground walked away and left it there for the wind to take away. As I laid in the dark alone with thoughts running through my mind trying to look for answers to questions that won’t ever be answered. The way it ended and the things that were said stay’s stuck in my head. How can someone like that just change out of nowhere?
By Angie Ramos8 years ago in Poets
