heartbreak

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

Heart of Glass
I've spent my life in this kitchen of nightmares, the blood on my hands, the cook in my hair, the tears from my eyes, the knife in my neck.....My heart is like glass.....it's easy to break, to shatter, to destroy. I love my mother. I remember her words spinning in my head. She told me...loving someone for a very long time can be a dangerous thing. It's impossible to stay away. That person is your other half, your soulmate, your only reason to not kill yourself. You're stuck with red roses, loose promises, his killer instinct.
By Zaire Cistrunk8 years ago in Poets
What You Taught Me and What I Have to Learn
Some nights i stay awake thinking about what you did that day, wondering if I ever crossed your mind, Some nights i wonder if you just stayed because the older i got the cheaper it got to leave until you didn't have to pay anything.
By cheyenne 8 years ago in Poets
Forget? How Could I?
Darkness falls, A cloud of black covers all. A shadow of hate follows, I run before I'm swallowed. A crash of thunderous failure,
By Leah Jones8 years ago in Poets
A Mistake
I thought you were the one, but I was wrong all along. You were like a new radio, that played the same song. How could I be so stupid ?
By Jay Briggs8 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain A gift given An unconventional gift we have been given To long dearly and fully To feel our lungs tighten and our eyes leak
By Shayfe Shiphrah8 years ago in Poets
Brown Skin Girl
The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you — Then, it will be true. I wonder if it is that simple?
By Moejaei Daila8 years ago in Poets
Trust Issues
I trust you but I don't I love you but you scare me Every time I see these girls I never heard of before Call you babe
By Jacqueline Kannady8 years ago in Poets
Shattered Hercules
Under the infinite night sky he stands tall. Able to reach into the stars and pluck out a dream. He smiles and laughs as he places the rare diamond in my hands. Larger than life were the arms he wrapped around me shielding me from the dark shadows that charge toward us.
By Jessica L8 years ago in Poets
Nothing More
He broke my love now it is but dust upon the floor. Was I nothing to you just some girl and nothing more. I closed my eyes to stop the tears from coming, years I gave to you yet you break me still if god won't save you my darling then no one will. Put your lips to mine and blow my mind away, I'll be yours until the end of my days I was ready for death anyway, take me now so no other can own me, strip me bare to reveal my soul, even though my heart is beating I am hollow through and through and it is all because the likes of you. Your love was the poison and I devoured every drop thirsting for more, a glutton for punishment please give me more, I long to feel your cold embrace just once more and though I loved you dearly I didn't have the heart to see you go. I love you more than words can say but between us, there is nothing more.
By jennifer davis8 years ago in Poets
Inevitable
Inevitable, an adjective meaning "certain to happen; unavoidable." But was our downfall really unavoidable? Change is inevitable and I have accepted that fact as that is the way of life and life is unavoidable.
By Sarah Misa8 years ago in Poets
Hidden Talents
Same Same. Am I going insane? Trying to be like people before the fame just to realize they all the same. No brain. All playing the same game. Trying to get the fame but all just end up getting eaten by shame. But, of course, if you are lucky you get the girls, the boys, the money. Sounds sweet like honey. But don't go around puttin' honey down not expecting to attract flies. Yeah, we all think we can fly but when it comes down to it no one is actually ready to die. So face your fears. Face your dreams. Shoot for the fame and don't be ashamed. At the end of the day, aren't we all the same?
By Jade8 years ago in Poets
Dark Stranger
Who's that man sitting on the bench? Looking so lonely, just sitting there? Dressed up all in black. No buses are running.
By Jamie Probstfield8 years ago in Poets