heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
He Came Down Once
Devastation, burnt up, pulverized heart, when you told me that, “It’d take Jesus to come down, to save your marriage.”
Rowan FinleyPublished 12 minutes ago in PoetsMy Hope is Just Hidden
Ever bright was my hope, Could not be clouded over, Looking back now, I was a fool again, Pouring all my emotions into this groundless dream,
Rebecca PattonPublished 30 minutes ago in PoetsThe String.
The Fates have pulled our string and its been violently cut in two I took the longer piece of course, Like I'll always be burdened to do
Dark Nights of December
I drew you a bath once. The bomb I used stained the water a shimmery deep purple. So close to being black you couldn't tell the difference.
Fate.
Sea glass eyes framed by gold fire A Siren's song tempting me to swim There is nothing quite like the desire Of her tracing devotions into my skin
In The Wake of The End
There’s no rewinding the tape, no undoing the damage he inflicted with his words and actions. He ensured that the bridge between us burned irreparably. Yet, despite it all, my heart clings to him—desperate, stubborn, and foolish.
Heather DonaldPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsEmpty
Emptiness of isolation, Comes from the pain of refutation. Lost in "what might have been" in the past, Isolated by a friendship that faded too fast.
Kent BrindleyPublished about 5 hours ago in Poets3 Years Divorced (Dec. 4, 2021)
Every year— or year and one half— the same: celestial superseding of yin and yang, light-dark, solar-lunar, water-flame.
Jennifer AshleyPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsTO THE ONE I ONCE LOVED
"To the one I once loved, In the quiet moments of the night, when the echoes of our laughter fade and the silence settles in, I often find myself reminiscing about the beautiful moments we shared together. Your presence in my life was a gift, one that I will forever cherish. Though our paths have diverged and time has woven new stories for us, the essence of what we had remains etched in my heart.
Basquiat
Someone once told me that… well, maybe, I heard it. On the radio or the television. They said that, “When I talk, no one believes me. But, when I write it down, it becomes true.”
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about 9 hours ago in Poets"Achieving Balance: Practical Tips for a Fulfilling Life"
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
Man of Steel
Mistook for a hero what was just another douchebag Mistook for a cape what was just a big red flag Head in the clouds, so far out
Raine fielderPublished about 9 hours ago in Poets