heartbreak

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

My Heart Exhaled
There are days in a life when nothing extraordinary happens, yet something quietly shifts inside you as if the universe reached out, pressed its hand to your chest, and whispered, “Now.” The day my heart exhaled began like that—soft, unannounced, and almost unbearably ordinary.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Poets
Soul Contracted
We didn't sign anything that night at the bar, no napkin with our names, no clinked-glass vow, Just your hand over mine when the music dipped
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
Lessons in Leaving
I used to think love ended with a speech, a clean last line, a door clicking shut. But you left in installments, one unread message at a time,
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Eye That Saw Too Much
The Eye That Saw Too Much It blinked open and refused to close, seeing everything I tried to hide, its gaze sliding through walls, through doors,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Clock That Knew My Name
The Clock That knew My Name The clock ticked, but not with hours, it ticked with moments I could not recall, its hands crawling like insects,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Quiet That Finally Held Me Right
There are kinds of quiet that feel like endings, and kinds that feel like beginnings. For most of my life, I only knew the first kind. The kind that settles after an argument or lingers in a house where people love each other but don’t always know how to say it. The kind that follows me into rooms even when I’m smiling. I grew used to filling it with noise, with movement, with pretending I wasn’t afraid of it.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Poets
The Silence That Remembers You
I keep returning to the night you walked away, your shadow fading slow like a whispered prayer, and still my heart repeats the things I couldn’t say.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
Frostbite
I should have bit my tongue. Maybe then things would have stayed the same. Should have locked up my desires, taken them to the grave.
By Claire Gilliland2 months ago in Poets
You Inside Me
You still answer the phone in my head Before I finish dialing a thought. I hear your sigh at the end of my sentences, That small click of disapproval you never named.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
The Shadow I Still Chase
The longing stays, no matter how time moves on, I whisper these words when the night feels too deep. Your shadow returns even when you are gone.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
A sip of Poison
You are the poison I sip from my Lalique cup The ache that burns like venom - acrimonious Like Romeo's fair Juliet - One sip and I die
By Antoni De'Leon2 months ago in Poets
Heart of Fire
Heart of Fire A heart burns bright, in the open dark, red and fierce, against the silence. flames rise slowly, curling in gold,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets