heartbreak

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

Strong
Who are you, To approve or disapprove of me, To make me feel less than, Less than human, Who gave you such authority to decide my character,
By Noah Renee8 years ago in Poets
Forces of Nature
Winter, she's the ice queen with a killer smile, frosted knives for nails and a hint of peppermint in your morning coffee,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
5 Years On...
Days, nights, weeks, and months I have spent crying over you. Obsessing over you dearly, hoping you feel the same. Whenever my phone vibrates, I look at the screen with anticipation, hoping that the message, that Snapchat, is from you.
By Louise Pemble8 years ago in Poets
Loving Me
It takes darkness to see the stars. When I get lost and can't see through the pain All I want to do is scream your name I feel so numb
By Natascha Dennee8 years ago in Poets
For Lynda
His mouth is like a fist. Beating into me His harsh words. Leaving his mark on My heart and mind. I am like the prisoner,
By Angela Bullard8 years ago in Poets
You Were My Happiness
I keep pretending every day, I keep promising myself it's the last sad day, I keep interacting as if nothing is happening around me,
By Aqsa Irfan8 years ago in Poets
Questions for the Smoother Stone
Why you wore armor made of polished stones? I’ll never ask. Why it resembled chains is another notion I’ll never bother you for.
By Sydney Pomrening8 years ago in Poets
When the Cold Universe Is the Only Warm Solace You Can Find
The only solaceI found in losing youwashow beautifullythe stars sparkledas I screamed your nameand the night swallowed it. Now all I feel is thatif to be broken is a form of artthen I must be amodern masterpiecewith a shattered heartglued togetheronly by my ownsweat and tears;they drip down my facelike comets that streak across theuniverse
By Liz Shannon8 years ago in Poets
Heart Speak
my old love is bittersweet. brazen promises traded for lamp-glow warmth just bright enough to make out the stains on his shirt.
By Zoe Mac8 years ago in Poets
Diet Coke Diet
What is the price getting a reprieve from re-living? Getting it right. And so..it happened, again. I saw it coming and it made me laugh, even as the shadow passed over my face.
By David Power8 years ago in Poets
Goodbye, Goodbye
Mouth closed, palms wet My heart was pounding out of my chest “You’re so hot” I heard you say But not to me, not any day
By Bailey Correia8 years ago in Poets
Five Senses
Can you feel that? It's the melancholy pressure of the wind ripping apart your lungs, like the ruthlessness of my nails digging a grave within your skin,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets