heartbreak

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

Cowardly Custard
I feel the urge to write this song, Contemplate where we went wrong, I trusted you, No one should ever do, No… You comfort me and you’re up my arse,
By Chloe Urquhart8 years ago in Poets
The Sun Kissed the Sky Goodnight
The sun kissed the sky "goodnight" as she fell asleep. The sky blushed, her cheeks flushed with deep ruby reds and royal blues. It was evenings like this the sky found it practically impossible to conceal her affliction towards her beloved sunlight.
By Jacqueline Taylor8 years ago in Poets
My Heart is Made of Glass
One Day, I gave you my heart, cold and made of glass. Out its velvet box, lost in the writhing mass. It's not as perfect as yours, in a completely different class.
By John Joseph8 years ago in Poets
When the Night Comes
The day is fine. Filled with hope and daydreams of the future. I walk around with cares as little as what I'll eat next cuz I always have to be thinking 10 steps ahead. But when the night comes so does fear. It envelopes my positivity like an eclipse. The light and all my hope disappearing into the stomach of the night. While mine growls. I look scanning my surroundings like an animal being hunted. Alert but exhausted all at once. My steps seem louder now quickening with pace, oh I wish I had mace...to keep a distance from the man following me. Maybe I'm just overtired imagining things. I think in lost him I don't see anyone around. Breathing a sigh of relief I then feel a sharp pain in my neck of God it stings! Everything goes black. When I awaken I feel sick. There's a man on top of me. I can feel the cold air all over my basket body. I try to move or scream but my limbs are like bricks. I can't tell where I am, it's so dark. But the pain inside me is telling that nothing is right. I need to get out of here. I manage to get 1 word out. No. And I feel a cloth over my mouth. Everything goes dark...not again. When I wake this time I'm able to move. There's puke on me...I don't remember throwing up. I look around and the man is nowhere to be found. Just me and my naked body on cold crumpled leaves in the wooded area of what used to be my neighborhood. My clothes are strewn to my right side so I grab them and put them on as quickly as possible praying he doesn't come back again. I nervously scan the woods as I shove my foot into my shoes. I run to the police building and into the bathroom to lay on the floor and try to get some sleep. "You brought it on yourself!" or so I've been told by the sheep. I have work tomorrow morning. I can't let this distract me otherwise I'll never get out of this situation...this...homelessness as they call it. I can't wait until it's over, I can't wait for the sun, cuz when the night comes...out come the rapists and the bums.
By Rosemarie8 years ago in Poets
Beyond the Storm
My life she saved not once, but thrice. Letters in jail, heroin, and from my myself. But my reflection now- endless black eyes,
By Zeno Antonius8 years ago in Poets
You Tempted Me...
They warned me about people like you; people that say "I love you" and actually mean it, people that would never intentionally hurt their significant other. It was perfect; you were perfect. But that was the problem. You were too good, too immaculate for someone like me. I couldn't condemn you to a fate like mine, a fate full of sins. This life isn't for an angel like you, so pure and sweet, who wouldn't dare hurt a fly. I crushed you, but a temporary heartache is favorable over a damned existence. You deserve better, no matter how much I want to pull you into my darkness.
By Lainey Cilumbrello8 years ago in Poets
Self Sabotage
I wish, when the chance arose, I would have stepped away. To be in the know Of who I am really am, And who I'm meant to be.
By Jennifer Lopez8 years ago in Poets
Shake You
I'm not good at mourning I miss you most in the morning You're still breathing, walking with someone new But I'm left with the ghost of you
By Jennifer Lopez8 years ago in Poets
Paranoid
It's all a sham... Succubus! Incubus! Pulling in and Gripping tight With charms And sweet delight Only to crash down
By Nikki Michelle8 years ago in Poets
Heart Stain
There is something so familiar within This paper and pen It takes this mind places Only this soul has been It must hold some sort of magic
By Skye Day8 years ago in Poets
Missing You
I sit here in a dark filled room with tear soaked eyes, thinking of the day you left us. Are you still here? I feel your presence all the time, chills running down my arm. I miss you, but I know you are in a better place.
By tammy reuter8 years ago in Poets
Heartbroken, I Suppose
It's been almost a year 11 months Since you shattered me into pieces And I can't explain it But every time I hear your name
By Zoe Elizabeth8 years ago in Poets