heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Dipped Thoughts
Absence thumped Beating against ribs- Cacophony in head Dipped thoughts in Ever longing- Fingers searched blindly
Katrina ThornleyPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTHE WAIT, THE RETURN.
The elderly woman was sitting on a worn-out rock, her skin scarred with the passage of time like parchment roasted in the sun. The youngsters of the fishing town whispered to her that she carried pearls of knowledge, stories weaved from the secrets of the sea and the moonlight. Her name was Matilda. I, Aliko, went in search of a pearl for my own broken heart today.
CONSTANT AKPAHPublished 3 months ago in PoetsBlooms of Emotional Resilience
Gentle tears cascade, Dewdrops on fragile petals, A soul's silent plea. In the garden of sorrows, Whispers of heartache linger,
Regurgitation
I ate a little too much... bit off way more than I could chew. I thought I had it under control 'til suddenly I threw everything up.
Antoinette HughesPublished 3 months ago in Poetsmy weakness
shoved my fingers through the dirt faster to bury the way you made my heart stop and race all at the same time.
Hindsight
A few years ago, I did something that had you asked when I was young if I was capable of doing that, I would have argued that no, I was not
Paul StewartPublished 3 months ago in PoetsThe Beginning of the End
All around me I see Brides glowing in white, Cheerful and proud, Dancing their cares away, Even if just for one night.
Alex BlackstonePublished 3 months ago in PoetsTears Of Love’s Departure
Like the gentle breeze ceased, Your love quickly deceased. My eyes overflow with tears, Cascading down my cheeks.
Emmanuel UgwuanyiPublished 3 months ago in PoetsHer farewell message can still be heard
I sense a sorrow, a deep lament, Lost my dearest, my true intent. She was my solace, love I bestowed, Emptiness lingers from letting her go.
Our Little Lives
Apathy put roots down my spine Blisters on my heart Chains around my chest Deep breaths Every day is a fight For a moment I close my eyes
Martyna DearingPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSave the sight
Save your sight Is it left or right I can't fight My left heart is fighting with the right I just don't know which is right
Unraveling Love
It seems I have a thing for choosing those who channel James Dean, Quirky versions that are not what they first seem. This time, I'll learn, avoiding scenes and strife,