heartbreak

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

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
Daddy Died Today
Daddy died today. And the house has gone silent in a way that hurts my bones. It feels like the walls are holding their breath,
By Alexander Mind2 months ago in Poets
Waiting in the Moon
For many a year, within my heart, Your silent presence held its sacred part. I dared not set you free, for fear I knew, The endless, final loss of sight of you.
By Water&Well&Page2 months ago in Poets
Harp and Horn
By the clear ringing song of harp and horn There you stand, celestial-born And where I am a crownless king You drift aloft on angels wings
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Flaming Lies
He saw something he wanted, different from him. Observing, he found her vulnerabilities. It was a fire not easily lit, but after resistance, a flicker appeared, and once the flames roared into life, no wind or counsel could snuff them.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Poets
Don’t Eat Me
You said you want to eat me up But be careful of what you consume I might be poison There’s only darkness on the inside
By L.I.E2 months ago in Poets
My Dad
My Dad I think of you every morning, and your name still warms the air, the way your presence once did, when life felt steady and kind.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
The Woman in Midnight Roses
The Woman in Midnight Roses her face stays still, white as moonlight, with shadows resting, beneath calm eyes. blue roses rise,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Flames and Shadows
Flames and Shadows red candles burn, in a heavy room, their glow shaking, like they know my name. the mirror behind them,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Selkie
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 months ago in Poets