heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Scars to Sunsets
You turned my scars to sunsets so much so that they healed Do you not believe me yet When I tell you This is how I feel?
Frankie MartinelliPublished 42 minutes ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished about an hour ago in PoetsIn every breath, you're here
In the quiet of the evening, I see you there, in the shadows. So, can you tell the difference, between Heaven and Hell,
Lungisani NgcoboPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsElegy of the Northern Lights
Like the aurora borealis, a ghostly gleam, Their love once shone, a fleeting dream. In twilight's embrace, they found delight,
Aurora PenumbraPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 3 hours ago in PoetsSight Unseen
Once in the little, quiet town of Willowbrook, settled between moving slopes and murmuring backwoods, she carried on with a young lady named Eliza. Eliza was known for her comforting grin and good nature; she was consistently prepared to help anybody out of luck. Despite her euphoria about helping other people, she conveyed calm trouble, a yearning for an affection she had never known yet frequently longed for.
Rony SutradarPublished about 6 hours ago in PoetsBeautifully Tedious
you draw the lines that I fit myself into I remember a time you fit into them, too now these lines criss and cross like a puzzle missing pieces
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsThose Eyes That Don't Smile
I see you Smiling away Trying to make everyone around the table happy Constantly cracking jokes Being sarcastic Trying very hard to be witty
Manisha DhalaniPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsSimple Arithmetic — Complicated
Fertilization, in vitro Was our last chance To reproduce sans libido Or passion, or romance . Technology overshot When we sono-confirmed
Gerard DiLeoPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsCan You Love Me Now?
Some people can't wait for the table to turn around I couldn't ever bring myself to cast you out Clear the wreckage away This ship isn't going down
Frankie MartinelliPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsDon't
Hey, darlin’ — times are good, I’m feelin’ tir’d, But that’s not new. Been tired since I lost you. I hope you’re waitin, waitin on me,
ThatOne_GirlPublished a day ago in PoetsJurassic Punk
Note: I have been experimenting with the poems I have created for this challenge, and I have a conundrum: one limerick and two haikus (what should I submit?). There is very little chance that I will win this one, so I am going to share all three with you here.
Kendall DefoePublished a day ago in Poets