heartbreak

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

Dear
To the tip of my tongue, how dare you ask why you mean so much to me. So to the temptation of St. Anthony, I feel the agony
By Alexia Villanueva8 years ago in Poets
The Devil's Work
Your bewildering pain you falsely titled as "love" smashed my brain upon the canvas for the world to see. I was no longer pieced together strategically and lovingly, as my soul was sedated and captured by the clutches of whatever darkness you created.
By Jo Severson8 years ago in Poets
The Hue of You
Green is everywhere. That color has become very common here, Or maybe I just notice it a lot more now. Maybe I'm actually searching for it.
By Jack Kidd8 years ago in Poets
Goodbye Heart of Evergreen
Swaying under the weight of the most recent painful blow Hiding her face deep within, she cannot let it show The sadness knocks her down so oft she knows not what to do
By Robyn Keeble MBE8 years ago in Poets
On the Sideline
Balls in my court And you're no longer Cheering from my sideline Do I not matter Do you no longer CARE What made YOU Stop being on my side
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
Naked Is Not Enough
We all have boundaries, limits, rules; we are the only ones who know how far we can go, how much we can take. We learn from experience, we know how far to push, but never to cross, because nothing is worth what’s over the other side. We learn not to put our hands into the flame, the philosophy is simple and sometimes sweet — once bitten twice shy.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
Save Us
A tear of frustration wedge in my heart This will be the very thing to tears us apart It was before God that we became one
By Screamin Tearz8 years ago in Poets
Numb
fall in love too quick, then my heart ends up in ditch. I cut my emotions off then they quick to call me a bitch, slit my tongue to say the words unsaid,
By Marquan Nesbitt8 years ago in Poets
9 Things I’ve Learned
9 things I learned and 1 thing I forgot The first thing I learned was that silence does not equal boredom. It does not always equal the annoyed air one might feel when met with silence. It equals a listening ear.
By Alex Westerlund8 years ago in Poets
Torn
Looking for things she will never find Lost without hope of seeing him Lost in thoughts that will never be possible "One who knows nothing, Understands nothing."
By Visionary Ghostwriter8 years ago in Poets
Reminiscent
Remember that night in February? So, cold not a soul in sight, wary Remember the gathering, turned party Thought it’d be nice to get away, hearty
By Aaiyanna Johnson8 years ago in Poets
Butterflies
you died doing what you loved, as horrific as that probably was, your last words a pulpit oration for all in attendance to surely remember,
By Tabitha Reno8 years ago in Poets