heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Buried in the Holler
Time falters and the rhythm of the holler unravels, and every legend must be redrawn. What was once a reliable peak has surrendered to the valley. A mother’s passing is a slow erosion of the foundation that held our world in place, leaving us to study the silence, a new law governing the atmosphere. The heavy stillness is not a void but a presence, lingering in the spaces mother once filled.
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in Poets
Tangled Quicksand
I reach for you through shifting ground, But every step pulls me deeper, Where echoes of anger coil around The whispered love I keep in secret. Your eyes are both anchor and abyss, A storm I cannot tame nor flee. The past and present intertwist, A future that refuses to be. I fight the pull of your memory, Yet find solace in the ache. Quicksand heart, wild and free, I sink willingly, yet awake. No bridge can span this fractured space, No word undo the tangled trace. Love and rage, a twisted dance, An impossible future caught in chance.
By Sahir E Shafqat4 days ago in Poets
Where Absence Becomes Presence
This ghazal explores a paradox: how absence can transform into a deeper form of presence. The beloved is no longer external, but internalized—becoming part of the speaker’s being. It’s a philosophical reflection on love beyond possession, where distance dissolves into identity.
By Rahatweb Website4 days ago in Poets
