heartbreak

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

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a man sits alone at an oval oak table with a birthday cake, seven candles striped red and white (little candy cane babies)
By John R. Godwinabout a month ago in Poets
sorrows
I relinquish my sorrow from my heart through my lips & into this river blanketed grief no longer holds me down it will forever be apart of me
By G.S Hasckleabout a month ago in Poets
Pure struck with a snowdrop and bit of a luck!
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By C.M.about a month ago in Poets
Unfold
It’s a shame when you open your heart you unfold delicately Hold your breath and manifest; this body is the right fit
By Tabitha Galluccioabout a month ago in Poets
Time Moves
I Know the World Doesn’t Wait it just keeps sliding forward, steady as a clock that refuses to acknowledge anyone’s heartbreak. And honestly, there were days I felt offended by that, as if everything outside was supposed to pause until I could stand up straight again.
By Printique Studiosabout a month ago in Poets
He Waited. She Didn’t
She was pretty in the way ordinary mornings are— not loud, not trying, not asking to be remembered. Her beauty lived in pauses. In how she listened without interrupting. In how she smiled as if she knew something sad about the world but forgave it anyway.
By Luna Vaniabout a month ago in Poets
The Key That Knows
The Key That Knows A key hangs on a wall that should be blank, Its metal hums faintly, alive with patience, Turning it feels impossible yet inevitable,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Who Will Love My Dog When I Am Gone
Who Will Love My Dog When I Am Gone When I am gone, who will stroke his fur, Whisper soft words into the curve of his ears,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
deliquium of your disintegration
i have tried to set your pedestal ablaze, but my curiosity, my understanding, my open arms, act as a kiln forging your base of clay
By Daniel Kabout a month ago in Poets
Cowboy
high Sierra way up in the icy air find me there snow topped range that made me ripped-red sky I’ll be the cowboy dirt in my scalp
By Jen Parkhill “JP”about a month ago in Poets
The Text Drafts
My Notes app is a museum of almosts— rooms full of sentences that never learned how to leave. ﹁﹂ One starts with “hey,”
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Villains: A Villanelle
We crafted masterpieces from hearts we slayed Loved like cruelty was a work of art Villains aren’t born; they’re made
By Tina D. Lopezabout a month ago in Poets