Heartbreak Alliteration Poems | Examples
These Heartbreak Alliteration poems are examples of Alliteration poems about Heartbreak. These are the best examples of Alliteration Heartbreak poems written by international poets.
Why Dad?
Why did you have to go
Why did you leave me
Why did you pretend something never happened
Why did you put me in this situation
Why did you yell at me
Why did you tell me you still loved my mom
Why did you leave me with trauma
Why did you lie to me
Why did you overdose twice
Why did you lie about your pass
Why did you stay
Why did you say what you said
Why did you gaslight me
Why did you strip me of my childhood
Why did you write poems
Why did you need me
Why did you go to the mental hospital
Why did you make me cry
Why did you say my sister is your favorite
Why did you cause me to write this poem
Why dad?
w o r d s
wondrously wielded
warm wenches
wise with witless wet with woe
w i c k e d
weaselly wolves
w i z a r d s
warping wills
watering wishing wells
waylaying wishful
w o m e n
who wanted worshipful watchmen
when winters would wrest wealth
!
There we were - Alf and I - Pharaohs,
surveying those white pyramids -
Nests of ibis - ovulating -
Opera.
Across the bridge we danced,
Swaying o'er the waves below -
Spectred lovers on a phantom ship -
Drifting snug into port - oh, so were we.
Yes, There we were - Alf, you - left me,
As you cantered away on your white steed.
I'm diverting - like a white capped copper
By the Circular Quay - away -
From Darling Harbour - rolling -
Onto the Rocks.
Yet, in Neutral Bay,
I - last - heard you say,
You'd be selling me down
At King's Cross.
So bye - my Alfie - it's over -
Just city lights and squalor - for me -
With whisky and history - this old bag lady
Stares dreamily over the sea.
The ancestral shackles I feel - loosening,
Pushed out - by the will to be free.
The only
lesson
I have learned
is that
everything
was meant
to burn .
Leaving in
it’s ashes
the repeating
rueful record
that’s
always stuck
on one track.
Puttering
out those
once persistent
fervent feelings .
Which makes you
yearn for her
in your
arms again.
But love is just
Like a record .
When it’s broken you can never
truly get it back
to what it once was.
I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak mother's heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled- mother, mother . . .
Then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.
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March 23, 2018
Poetry/Allitertion/Dark Dreamy Dreams
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1484-459-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliteration Poem,
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 03/2018
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1052)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2022
First Place
Filtering what counts and what doesn’t, saves your head,
Sifting what matters and what doesn’t, saves your mind,
Knowing, what’s yours and want isn’t, saves your soul,
Understanding when to and when not to, saves your heart,
And when you don’t, pain and loss will follow.
clean carpets fresh scented
unembarrassed for guests
sticky reside unglued
cracker crunches undone
hallway empty of echos
painted fingers faded fast
toy chest passed on
clatter and laughter gone
mother's tasks snatched
unessential, unemployed
home vacated, heart void
12-10-2020
I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak a heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled- mother, mother . . .
then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.
My wrecked heart,
Whether it may heal or be healed, I do not know,
Whether it may cheer or be cheered, I cannot tell,
Whether it may feel or be felt, I am not certain
Whether it may heart again or hurt again, I cannot assure,
It is the reason, I give no promise.
Tyrants of the Ruling Sun
Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace
Sisyphean stars of sadness will defuse
The barbarians of Babylon will bemuse
Silent screams slumber in nomadic night
As the dogmas of deceit deluge in delight
Wandering waves of woe thru the mist
The blackness bereaves with a feudal fist
Apparitions appease the malefic mind
Idolatrous illusions a cancerous confined
The red moon menstruates the mirthful
A lunatic laughter of the hidden hurtful
Dimensional demons deft in their defend
In impeccant infinity’s imperious amend.
March.24.2018
Alliteration poem
Sponsored by: Silent One
I was down deep in a dark dreamy dream,
wandering a wispy, winding wilderness, where
sounds stabbed at an eerie secret silence;
with roars, rumbles and the rage of riotous birds,
in trees unseen and in branches of twisted tapestry.
When I heard with heartbreak mother's heavenly voice,
calling in the caliginous, obscure gloomy forest canopy;
it was my name and I searched with a narcotic need,
I ran wild, rampant and rapacious wailing WAIT.
Until, I was worn-out weary and woebegone;
I murmured and mumbled- mother, mother . . .
Then, sun blazed like a bath into my bedroom.
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March 23, 2018
Poetry/Alliteration/Dark Dreamy Dream
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1006-184-23
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Alliteration Poem,
sponsor, Silent One, Judged 03/2018
Second Place
Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1052)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/16/2022
First Place
I drained life of its fullness...
not pricing its worthiness,
leaving nicks in the prime of youth:
deceitful tricks to ignore every truth.
I imitated parody to conceal identity,
thus making it forgery my priority;
and the masked nobleman acted out his
infamous burlesque play, ridiculing Fay...
knowing that her unrhymed lines
were intently borrowed from clowns,
not from gifted writers with clever minds;
did they bray when they were blamed for the delay?
My intent was not a merited Godsent or lofty thought
perceived by a gladiator who held the wilt
of his sword proportioned to his solid built,
but rather ridden by a guilt which had a powerful force to jilt
me when I was reduced to tears by my peers for my peculiar tilt.
Written on 12/12/2016
Ol’ brazen Brenda, battlin’ biography,
Banters bewildered brave boatmen at sea,
Brushstrokes besieging her beleaguered brain,
Broadsided by fiction now baking insane;
Balanced between both broken and brilliant,
Buried by sorrow, bereft not resilient,
A ballyhooed author, back in the day,
‘Fore Brian betrothed her then drowned near the bay;
Basking bereavement, believing though more,
Books barely bound newly found in the store,
‘Betaken, Broad Beauty’, Brenda’s new write,
Beveled bare bitterness abruptly bright;
Barreled, brought breathless by Bernie, beloved,
A character boating where dead Brian shoved,
As buckets with bottoms knowing no end,
Begging attention did Brenda’s mind bend;
Blended for sanity, befuddled realities
Born when begins a life without boundaries,
Betterment bellows because Brenda’s words,
Boxed-up betrayal beneath binding boards.
9/18/2016
If nobody saw me
I could be brave enough
If everybody just cared enough
Maybe we would all be strong enough.
We would be strong enough to say what we really have to say
That maybe the words can push to make it past your teeth
Just enough to speak up
Just so they could hear our story
We have been silenced
We have been living in fear
Our heads full of noise
Whoever asked our opinion??
If u did!!!!
We spoke out of fear.
In favour of those who sit among us just waiting for a miss step
So they can carry our heads around on a platter and so that they can rip our souls our for a spilt second.
Just so we know we are not uncontrolle of our own emotions of our own thoughts
Remind us that we have sold our souls to the
I sit on the bathroom floor I spent one hour trying to get my eyes wet
I just wanted one tear
One tear so I can know know I am still alive or am I just drayed up inside
Surely enough
Silence ruled.
Swaying through my life
Sullen silence,
Swiftly sang,
Sang a sweet song.
Songs of affection,
Songs of challenge.
Sometimes even,
Simple songs of nothing.
Sweet nothings that mean everything.
Surely enough,
Sweet silence
Sang me another song.