heartbreak

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

No Signal
I've been stranded in my own desert for quite some time Even though its one I made for myself My radio only has one station
By Valerie Rae8 years ago in Poets
December 7th
7 years ago on this day, December 7th my son Lucas went away, I never got an explanation how or why, How are you suppose to feel?
By Crystal Korpan8 years ago in Poets
Experience
One way love, posed love, logical love, love that seems right, but what I missed was unexplainable, unpredictable, confusing, wild, and passionate love
By Michael Hartfield8 years ago in Poets
Mine
I want my favorite songs back, quotes back, favorite books back, my time back, I want my heart back. I want to dye my hair and take hot showers to shed layers of skin that you have touched. I want the images of my naked body burned from your mind and I want my soul to be clean and my heart to feel pure. I want my innocence back, I want to rid these past few months of the black taint of love because I now know just how lethal it can be. I want to be free of these invisible chains that hang around my feet and my heart, I want to take back the careless control you have over my mind. I want to run far away and repair the cracks in my heart. I want to sweep up the pieces that I have to call myself and start over. I want all of my things back and if I had the chance I would never open my heart again because this pain is unavoidable and all consuming and I'm losing myself. I want my pride back and I swear I'll never let myself be vulnerable again. I want my things to be mine again.
By Michael Hartfield8 years ago in Poets
Ache
It is so difficult to recover from something that is not tangible Every minute it will slip through your fingers and leave you speechless because you can hold on to nothing more than a memory
By Michael Hartfield8 years ago in Poets
Little Run Away
You escaped my heart while running through the dark forest against the wild breeze. I waited for the day you would come back into my heart, but I crashed on my knees in this dark time of
By Shelby Lynn8 years ago in Poets
The Little Things
Don't assume a person knows you care Remind them everyday That is where the little things come into play A sweet whisper of nothing in their ear
By Alisha Nichols-Wilkerson8 years ago in Poets
When She Was a Rainbow
When she was red, she flowed like a blood-stained river.She was flushed cheeks when one catches the eye of a stranger.Some nights, she was a long red dress and slender high heels;a single cigarette clutched between fingers that bore traces of a bloody nose.On Tuesday evenings, she was a white rose petal gently painted with a brush of regret;The thorn she had forgotten to trim that quickly broke through skin.
By spooky j8 years ago in Poets
Forgotten Tears
Alone with my thoughts the world is caving in on me;Letter by letter, my thoughts unravel and swirl around me like a violent tornado.
By Elizabeth Kozlowski8 years ago in Poets
Crickets
We all have crickets. Even you have them deep inside you. They bother the better half of us at night or when we're having a bad day. With the sole purpose to stay by your side while making your life harder, these crickets live with you until you set them free. Although, naturally crickets tend to stay close to where they were born. So they'll sit outside your house on those cold nights and sing their dark song from outside your window until they can get your complete attention—but most of us fall asleep before we find an urge to go find the cricket. Those of us to get the crickets on the outside are so lucky, for they don't carry the burdens in their home.
By Laurel Parker-Chan8 years ago in Poets
A Heart's Plea
I jump when you do the things you loveI endure the things you loatheI cry when you’re sadI cry when you’re happyI glow at your animationI enlarge with every puppy’s kiss and child’s smileI feel for another’s sadnessI hurt for others’ painI am a deciding toolI choose what route we will takeI choose what course we go regardless of what lies aheadI know what’s best and I know what shouldn’t beAnd I have chosen both on many occasionsI have been shattered into piecesI have been put back togetherThrough every crack and crevice love still seems to flowWe have not learned yet how to shield from breaking once moreThe terror that we may never learnYou feel with every inch of meYou shine through despite the pain you’ve seenI feel every blow you takeI sense every tear you shedThey deserve not what you doStill you continue to put me in their careGiving all of me to those you long forThey drop me on the groundThey trample on my faceYou witness it time and time againWhy do you do this to us?We’re too good to themAs big as I am, I fear for the day to comethat I can no longer be put back together
By C. Reyes8 years ago in Poets
Twirling
Twirling around is easy, So easy, And I love the way twirling sounds, Sounds rolling off my tongue, And I am twirling. Don't touch me,
By Sharisha Summers8 years ago in Poets