Heartbreak Poems
Broken Young Minds
by Ashlesha Nandankar
Life full of grievances and prejudice,
He was young, broken, and fragile.
Crying under the sheets every night,
Who was he going to blame this time?
Life had been miserable once every while.
He was begging and grovelling for someone to reach out this time,
Anyone would be just fine!
There was no one to stay by his side,
Not for a while or even for the sake of the last time.
He was hoping for someone to come and say,
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does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
by Mishka M
does knowing me more lead to loving me less?
each word that i whisper feels like a confession,
each layer i peel leaves me brittle, exposed,
as if love were a wound that i’ve over-disclosed.
i watch as your eyes, once soft as the dusk,
harden like mirrors, reflecting my rust.
the crows in my chest take flight without warning,
their wings beat a dirge for a love that’s still mourning.
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Where ? ( Protest Poetry Series )
by Abhinandan Sharma
A billion dollars industry
Spread Internationally
Human smuggling
Human trafficking
Vanish kids from
Our own Streets
Auction them to dealers
Jammu To Kerla
U.p To Nepal
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Kintsugi
by Lynda Grine
I took your broken vase
Put the pieces together
Took gold to hold’m together
Still not enough
Because you yearned for the flowers
It once held
Scornful nostalgia
by Tobias Winters
Dew doth drop with gentle hue,
On petals tinged a bashful blue,
As bees swoon to swollen pollen;
I crave back that view to fall in;
‘Tis you, ‘tis you.
As sea kisses the night sky,
Before day doth due the two goodbye,
I lie; a rock on thine tender shore;
And beg thou to crash upon forever more.
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Let Down, Lay Down
by wilted tulip
it is time
time to sit alone
to lay
to lay in an abyss
an abyss of your love
your grief
your sorrow
your pain
to let it all in
to let it all out
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Scornful nostalgia
by Tobias Winters
Dew doth drop with gentle hue,
On petals tinged a bashful blue,
As bees swoon to swollen pollen;
I crave back that view to fall in;
‘Tis you, ‘tis you.
As sea kisses the night sky,
Before day doth due the two goodbye,
I lie; a rock on thine tender shore;
And beg thou to crash upon forever more.
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A Thousand and Thirty
by Nad Sof
A thousand and thirty days,
Since I first felt that spark—
The butterflies, the rush,
The excitement lighting up the dark.
We shared the simplest things,
A laugh, a smile, a late-night call,
And in those moments, in the quiet,
We had everything, after all.
They say, "How can you miss
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Will you remember?
by Drew H
Will you remember me ten years from now? Will you remember the time we first fell in love? Back then was so long ago, I’m sure the memories are already fading from you. Will you remember sitting under the blossoming tree in the spring of my front yard, or has that memory already left you? It’s been some years now, I wonder if you’ll remember gazing up at the stars together. I wonder if living next to the house I used to roam brings up any unresolved feelings in you, or if those thoughts never cross your mind at all. Our most recent love was far different from the first. The first was so pure and innocent it’s hard to see how we ended up like this. We ruined that dynamic, and I can’t say I’m entirely upset by that. I am thankful I got to experience a whole other side of you, I only wish it had been for longer. It feels as though our time together was ripped out of my hands with no time to process, and the whiplash still hurts. I felt deeper for you than anyone else before you, and I will carry that with me forever and always. So I ask of you, will you remember?
Will you remember how you held me? Will you remember my laugh, or the color of my eyes, or will those fade too? If not for the videos I’ve saved of you, I’m sure they would have faded from me too. Will you remember how you kissed me, or the way our bodies seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces intertwined, meant to connect? Everyday it seems that our love for each other fades away, slowly, one piece at a time. It hurts, knowing how good our time was together, but how quickly and ugly it ended. But my time with you will always be bittersweet to me. I wonder if you feel the same? I suppose I may never know how you truly felt, and a part of me is grateful for that. I have far too much to say and yet none of the words, so this is all that I can offer. I wish you well in life, though I only wish our time together had been far different. And I hope you keep the memories of us close, so as not to let them fade away completely. We both broke our promise, but maybe it was meant to be this way, my love.
Im sorry and thank you, goodbye.
90. I often stop to think about where you might be
by Kea Campbell
I often stop to think about where you might be.
I stare into space and wonder about how we buried our dreams without saying a word.
And when the came and you said you were moving, I made sure to leave you first.
It's the insecurity of enjoying life alone that guts me to my core and rattles me deeper than bone.
I can't say I don't think about us 5 years ago.
Drunk under the stars with your arm as my pillow.
It wouldn't be true to say you didn't treat me right.
But it wouldn't be false if I said that sometimes when I was with you, I felt colder than winter's driest nights.
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