heartbreak

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

The Outsider
I grew up on pews and polished smiles, knew every hymn before my name. A pastor’s kid — raised on altars, raised to be the flame.
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
Discernment
I’m thankful for the whisper that rises in my bones, the warning in the spirit before a truth is shown. I see beneath the sugar—
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
The Cleansing Burn
I got lost in the hurt Gave away my desire And when the ashes were burnt I extinguished the fire Convinced the lesson was learned
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a month ago in Poets
Christmas In Heaven
Christmas In Heaven Christmas still happens when love has gone, that laughter does not stop when bodies die. I set a chair where absence usually sits,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Radio Twilight
Bustling gods, leaving a sliver for a smile an explosion as a jest, and the sky as the revealer of their net of lies and miracles.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P about a month ago in Poets
Soul Friend Forever
I still call you my soul friend in my head, quietly, like a nickname I’m not allowed to say out loud. We don’t talk now—
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Be Wary Your Flame
We all have a flame that burns inside us... Or at least we used to. So many people... Have no flame left... No passion...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)about a month ago in Poets
Winter Haikus
I will never know How could you leave me like that... Now, it is raining * Red snow wets my nose Scarlet drops burn over me
By Matt B.about a month ago in Poets
skipping over damaged area
Navigating diverse paths throughout the day, each brimming with varied hues and shifting moods, seamlessly weaving hell and heaven,
By Moon Desertabout a month ago in Poets
Where the Light Learns My Name
Where the Light Learns My Name Love arrives without knocking at my ribs, it settles like breath I forgot I held. Nothing dramatic, no sudden demand,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Cascade
Would you change a thing? Knowing how soon I was leaving? Knowing that would be the last time You would ever see me. Neither of us knew the future
By Jacob Navarreteabout a month ago in Poets
My Santa with Claws
Everyone talks about "cuffing season" in November, but nobody talks about the clearing out in December. Having to let go of an ornament when everyone is hanging decorations. I wrote this piece after realising that sometimes the gifts we expect can turn out to be lessons instead.
By Rose Akweley Elikplim Nyanyo-Nmaiabout a month ago in Poets