heartbreak

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

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Link to the Challenge: Americanize Authoritarianism? Abominable! * Note: usually, I would put this under my 'Political' series of haiku, but this began as a response to Harper Lewis' 'Bullet to the Face' entry, and I felt I had to share my work...and her own.
By Kendall Defoe 8 minutes ago in Poets
I'm "Cross-Eyed" - The Way He Makes Me Feel, I'm Like, "Dying" To Sl #$%. His Mama!
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetryabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The Good Fight
We don’t throw plates in this house. We rinse them. We stack them. We argue about the sponge like it’s a religion. You say I squeeze it wrong
By Milan Milicabout 2 hours ago in Poets
The "COLD" Sore Problem, Like I Need Another Reason To Be A Jamaican - Brrrrrrr
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
By 365poetryabout 3 hours ago in Poets
A Time to Love, a Time to Lie
A Time to Love, a Time to Lie The clock moves slow when no one’s near A whispered name, I strain to hear He touched my hand, then looked away
By Marie381Uk about 4 hours ago in Poets
Spotted Leopard
Spotted Leopard A leopard cannot change its spots What then, if spots change the leopard A part of the leap, but then you lose your spots
By Alexandra Grantabout 5 hours ago in Poets
In the Workhouse, 1880
In the Workhouse 1888 The walls are cold, the floors are bare The air is thick with heavy care We stand in line, no words to say
By Marie381Uk about 6 hours ago in Poets
FOREVER YOUNG
When I dream You are forever young And even though reality insists You are gone You will live forever Within my broken heart
By Len Shermanabout 7 hours ago in Poets
The Things That Never Arrive
There are things you can want with your whole body and still never be chosen by. This is not a failure of language or posture
By Hannah Lambertabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Instructions for Feeling
First— remove your armor slowly. Do not rip it off. Grief startles easy. Hope does too. Unbuckle the lies you learned early:
By Hannah Lambertabout 7 hours ago in Poets
The Curse of the Snake
The Curse of the Snake I walked where the river bends in quiet threat, beneath trees that never speak, yet always watch, where shadows stretch like secrets kept
By Marie381Uk about 8 hours ago in Poets
Roar— If You Must
If my soul were worthless, you would pass me by— no teeth bared, no roaring, no fire in your eyes. You don’t guard empty houses,
By Hannah Lambertabout 8 hours ago in Poets