heartbreak

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

Bruised by you
Bruised by you your hands shaped my bruised face, dark marks spreading over my skin, each wound showing your temper, each breath filled with fear.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
room without room
It began subtly, a hurtful remark on my page, lies, blood-soaked, echoed from my screen, consuming me. Failing to focus, postgraduate setback.
By Moon Desert2 months ago in Poets
Whispers In The Wind
Whispers In The Wind The night grew wide, stretching the sky, pulling her thoughts into silent dark. The wind called out,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Woman in the Window
The Woman in the Window She sits by the glass, hands folded, staring at leaves falling, her eyes know pain. Her lips never speak,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Harvesting
charred memories fan the longing stirred around, like lost stars, in the sky connection and belonging feigned affection for one, such as I
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Knives. Content Warning.
The house was filled with words that cut like knives Their voices pressed me down until I broke I walk away though shadows plead to stay.
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
When Winter Arrives Without Permission
The Season That Arrives Without Knocking Winter doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t tap gently on the shoulder of autumn and wait for a nod. It arrives like a memory you thought you’d buried… sudden, sharp, and strangely familiar.
By Asher Vane2 months ago in Poets
10/31/25
I woke from my sleep to write to you that I’ll never see a willow tree without thinking of our lost wedding and I don’t think I can sleep in these sheets anymore
By Olivia Dodge2 months ago in Poets
Meant For Me
I’ve learned the hardest lessons from the things I reached for that were never mine. The almosts. The nearlys. The could’ve-beens
By Marcus Hill2 months ago in Poets
It turns to Ash. Content Warning.
The day began with the sky on fire in mockery of how it would end, The devil came today, burning villages and taking my friends,
By Kaitlynn2 months ago in Poets
Wickedness Lives In His Name
Wickedness Lives In His Name The room chilled fast, When he stepped in, As if the walls knew What he carried inside. He spoke in riddles,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Lore of the Fallen Angel Love
I My heart begs to exhume your hard head To excavate and dredge the deep sorrow You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead II
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Poets