Heartbreak Poems
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
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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Mistakes
by gabriella Blake
The most dangerous thing you can do is show someone your heart, let them in. Show them around, let them get comfortable. The most dangerous thing you can do is get used to them being there. disappointment stems from expectation. My first mistake: Expecting you to be there when I needed you most. Through years of friendship you became my person. I expected you to be there for me, always. You disappeared so suddenly. I struggled with your absence. The second you were back, I pulled you in, closer than
ever. My second mistake.
In an emergency, what do you do when your first call doesn’t answer? You Call again. Who is on the other end of your first call? the person you need. The person you rely on. My first call? It’s always been you....Then I remember, that was a lifetime ago. I should have learned to live without you by now. Easier said then done. It took time to get used to you being there, it is taking longer to get used to your absence. It’s painful. Knowing your role in my life is over. If only I hadn’t shown you my heart.
My Ghost!
by Vera Rice
I tried every day to run away from my ghost, that Haunts me in my dreams and when I'm awake. What did I do so wrong to have lost such a precious gift? I have tried not to blame myself for losing another baby inside my body, I have done everything I can not worry about it.
Even though I'm scared plum out of my mind, for the baby I'm carrying now I pray every day and night that everything is perfect with this precious Angel. I will keep trying not to worry about my ghost that is always haunting me.
The times I have to fight and face my ghost by myself is getting more and more each day I'm reminded of it more and more each day, It keeps coming to the surface reminding me of my pain and guilt all over again.
I'm sick and tired of pretending that I'm not hurting inside over my ghost, my pain and most of all my guilt, what's so funny is that nobody can help me. It's my cross to bear alone forever, so I'll patch up the holes that got ripped open anew again.
Where it made me feel my pain and guilt as well as facing my ghost again, I refuse to burden anyone with my ghost because it's mine to deal with, and I will suppress my pain and my guilt.
When I feel like I'm finally on equal ground with my ghost I will steel myself firmly and mentally to overpower my ghost, so I can lock it back up in the deepest and darkest place inside my body. Not even my pain or guilt will be able to bring my ghost back to the surface again, it won't be easy to get rid of my ghost but I'll try my hardest not to worry or stress over my ghost anymore.
By: Vera Rice!
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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Just another
by an observer
I hate my low moments.
Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number
These days it never goes through anymore
All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words
I dont want you to pick up.
I dont want your voice to warm up my heart again.
It grows so cold in the silence thereafter
Against my better judgement I keep dialing.
Hoping you'll pick up yet praying that you wont.
I really hope you dont use the kind of phone that stores calls that didnt get through
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