heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Love Beyond The Veil: A Remembrance
I have not forgotten fathers or lost daughters. This poem was simply born in its current form in response to an anguished mother after her son's death.
Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single MomPublished 4 months ago in PoetsTo The Man Who Once Loved Me
To the man who once loved me Where did you go? Where can you be? *** I must accept that you left me And it breaks my heart so.
Natassia LawrencePublished 4 months ago in PoetsThe Stars Without
I've watched as time ran out Whilst I sat in deep and silent darkness That we wouldn't see the stars without
Real Men Do Cry
Real men do cry. Saying “real men don’t cry” has always been one of the biggest lies. Real men do cry. This notion isn’t always appealing so men always resort to hiding our feelings.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 months ago in Poetsinept romantics
Your silence has spent a hole in my heart. And, now there's this pit in my stomach and it won't go away; I think it's growing by the day,
First Impressions
Let me introduce myself Said the spider to the fly Sitting out of sight, upon the shelf * Speaking softly, like some little elf
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 4 months ago in Poetsdeer in headlights
My dear— I don't miss you. I don't care. All your love, Just disappears In the background Of the day. All your love,
In My Head
Was it all in my head? You've left me feeling so confused. Is there someone else you want instead? What did you think once my messages were read?
Hailey Marchand-NazzaroPublished 4 months ago in Poetsa warm place where the sun can't shine
I heard you from across the void, Screaming into a familiar abyss. Everything you held inside, Pleading with such indifference.
Petals of Reflection: A Review Haven for 'The Sun and Her Flowers'
Me...Ivan...I'd be delighted to share my thoughts on "The Sun and Her Flowers" by Rupi Kaur. Buckle up because this book is a poetic journey that will take you through the seasons of life, unraveling emotions and truths in the most breathtaking way.
My Doctor
I hate myself for loving you... I know it's wrong but it feels right. What is so wrong with me To feel this way for my doctor?
Rene PetersPublished 4 months ago in PoetsVIllanelle: The Absurdity of War in the 21st Century
In a modern world, where progress stands, Wars persist, in distant, foreign lands, Unfair, the suffering from unseen hands.
Joanna HendersonPublished 4 months ago in Poets