heartbreak

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

Absence A Reason
His heart was unfaithful. But I still want to kiss him. His love was wasteful. Yet I know I still miss him. My mind is absent a reason for letting go.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Invisible
I am here. I'm right here. Can't you see me, standing in the middle of the room? You look past me as if I'm nothing. You see right through me, as if I am not even there.
By Jessy Bush9 years ago in Poets
I Never Must Tell
I felt those strange fingers moving over me, but I knew I never must tell. I felt sick in my stomach as they moved further down, but still, I knew I never must tell. I felt his lips on mine, feeling sick to my stomach, I knew I never must tell.
By Carol Ann Townend9 years ago in Poets
Look At Me
The words in my head would make my outlook on life seem bleak, the words in my head would make me look weak. It's a tornado of emotions. No, I'm not allowed to speak of them, what gave you that notion?
By Lauren Douglas9 years ago in Poets
Loved Ones
To my loved ones who I've hurt in life: Yes, I will always remember the wrongs I've caused in life. I relive it every day, I know that's why I don't like who I see when I look at me.
By Crystal Korpan9 years ago in Poets
Sleepless Nights
I can't put my mind to rest. My eyes are wide open, My mind is overthinking. I am daydreaming of my future, And what things I must get done.
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
Serenade Dreams
The tap of a stone at my window Wakes me Crawling out of bed Eyes Red Open the shades Evening dark fades To morning blue
By Lon Casler Bixby9 years ago in Poets
Intertwined
I didn't mean to make you smile that day. I didn't mean to think about your smile so much after I saw it the first time and I most certainly didn't mean to see you smile again, and again.
By Eva Beatrice9 years ago in Poets
Train To Love
Seems I missed the train to love. For romance, I'm no longer bound. Is that steam or rainclouds above? Either way, sadness has been found.
By Paul Crocker9 years ago in Poets
Our beloved, Johnny
We tried so hard to make you realize your greatness, but the desire for a bag of poison, that most certainly guaranteed
By Linda Balboni9 years ago in Poets
"After Us"
After Us Never watch them both at the same time. Nowadays I envy you in the lime light. Wish I could kiss goodnight. But it's alright.
By Tristan Thomas9 years ago in Poets
What is the Color Red?
What is the color red? It’s in her cheeks when she smiles at you, and what she’s wearing on her lips when you take her out.
By Leigha Johnson9 years ago in Poets