heartbreak

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

The Robins Know True Love
The Robins Know True Love They sit close on a winter branch at dawn, feathers pressed where the cold cannot divide, no vows spoken, no promise written down,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Mask That Hides the Hurt
The Mask That Hides the Hurt She paints her face in daylight tones and grace, a practiced smile perfected over years, no crack allowed to show the faulted ground,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Why Do Wicked Men Want War
Why Do Wicked Men Want War Why do some people want a war? To kill, to rule, to maim. Its monster brain men, Drunk on control, sharpening power into weapons,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
When Cancer Takes
When Cancer Takes Cancer took my dad and left a family broken, Hearts split open, tears we drown in, Tears fall so frequently we cannot count them,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Reverb
It’s been so long since hello . An old song pours from the radio in a flood across my unswept floor . who can breathe
By Seanabout a month ago in Poets
Grief
my heart is kept warm mingling in the memories surviving winter
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
The House That Knew My Name
The House That Knew My Name The house knew my name before I spoke it, before my shoes learned the sound of the floor. Walls leaned closer when I crossed the rooms,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Surges of the Heart
Attention, residents: Effective immediately, we hereby address the recent surges, visible manifestations, collective displays of human longing.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in Poets
Turmoil
She looked back The past a flame She gazed into his eyes As she realized The past was built upon lies She remembered them growing Like 2 seedlings entwined Growing upwards Tightly twisting
By Amber crossabout a month ago in Poets
Better Than Before
I threw out the chipped mug you loved, finally— the one that said “good vibes” like a dare. It felt dramatic for a Tuesday,
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Laughter In Ruins
We laughed in the kitchen while the sink leaked, You doing that voice you hate, Me snorting like it was charming. ﹁﹂
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Vitriol and Oil
I don’t like the colours escaping from my mouth seeking the shelter of drains, the solitude deafening, desperate escape from
By Reece Beckettabout a month ago in Poets