heartbreak

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

The Sad Dog
He sits alone by the old front door, Waiting for steps he hears no more. His tail is still, his eyes are low, Missing the love he used to know.
By shaoor afridi3 days ago in Poets
Betrayal
The towering arc of a tidal wave about to crash, its barrel curling in on itself. For a moment, in slow motion gravity pulling, tidal-force propelling
By Tim Boxer3 days ago in Poets
Coal miners Haiku
Coal miners Haiku British coal mines gone Miners rest where work Began underground they sleep.
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Skin Cancer From Too Much Sun
Too Much Sun The sun feels warm, it shines so bright, makes the day glow full of light. But every time you skip the shade,
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
This Was How I Thought I Would Be, I Mean - I Guess, Like, I Guess, No Energy!
My birthday was last week, and like everybody else - I've literally been the only shadow in the house! My birthday was last week, and literally the house was empty, the "MOUSE", was in for some "good" surprise!
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
Arriving Before The Voice
This ghazal explores the liminal space between sleep and waking, presence and absence. As the beloved departs, the world subtly slows, yet their voice continues to arrive first—unbound by distance. It is a poem about clarity that survives separation.
By heasb0023 days ago in Poets
Beyond Every Wall
This ghazal reflects the tension between motion and stillness, between certainty and doubt. The beloved becomes a quiet anchor—present not through closeness, but through meaning. It is a poem about how love survives distance by becoming direction itself.
By heasb0013 days ago in Poets
Between Two Silences
This ghazal dwells in the space of uncertainty—between leaving and staying, knowing and not knowing. The beloved’s absence suspends time itself, turning silence into the only honest reply. It is a poem of quiet endurance, where love survives not as direction, but as presence.
By Rahatweb Website3 days ago in Poets
The Door Within
I thought healing would look like a finish line balloons, a cleared throat, Someone saying, congrats, you made it, Like trauma is a race you can win.
By Milan Milic3 days ago in Poets
Raindrops and tears
Raindrops and tears Raindrops slide down the glass, they blur what I see. Like my thoughts, that slip away, before I can hold them.
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
Don’t You Dare Call Me Strong
Don’t You Dare Call Me Strong Don’t you dare call me strong like it’s a medal like it’s a compliment like it didn’t come with blood on the tiles
By Marie381Uk 3 days ago in Poets
When 20 Years Becomes Never Again
In the arrogance of my youth I thought that I could do anything. Get married? I should be fine. That’s the right thing to do.
By Jesse Lee3 days ago in Poets