Best Bleeding Heart Poems


Premium Member The Bleeding Heart Plant

A bleeding heart
With a single drop
Falling from its sharpened point,

While strung on vines, 
These fragile flowers,
Waiting for the rain's anoint.

Much like valentines
Swinging in the breeze
To a tribal drum unheard.

Hearts grown in a row
With fine curves and loops
By God's design is revered.

Broken Bleeding Heart

“You knew not which pain would be worse-
you living with a bleeding broken heart, 
                                 or not giving me the chance to heal it.”
                                                                                              -me


And I wore her woe like crimson stained smiles-
o, how the skies miss their stars… 
                          (and I miss you).
Drinking heartbreak like wine without romance,
blooming ebony roses under the harvest moon.
    She gave caresses that blossomed into violet 
hyacinth, yet lent tears to the willow weeping.

My throat still swallows all the -what ifs-
my stomach still churns with all the -why mes-
and…
my marrow still aches when I remember her laugh. 
Like a pin prick to my heart, she bled me dry;
bestowed a shattered heart longing to be whole. 

Her bones and ash rest in a velvet sealed satchel
            (buried beneath regret and shame)
My balmy breath longs for her essence;
eyes closed…hearts connected-
                       until we meet again, sweet sister.  

and I love her-
          like fear loves adrenaline
and I miss her-
          like Venus misses Mars
and I need her-
          like air 

 For she was the sangria in the eventide sunset,
    the tangerine during dawn’s early light;
 the angels danced the day she was born-
    and they wept as they greeted her home.

    yes sweet sister...until we meet again. 




Date written: July 16, 2019
For the contest, Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy
Sponsor, Dear Heart

Broken Bleeding Heart

"And so, being young and dipt in folly,
I fell in love with melancholy."
                           ~Edgar Allan Poe
  

It’s again one of those evenings
It’s again one of those pains
It’s again one of those
moments of loneliness.

When a whiff of fragrance in the air
sets the heart pounding
When the soothing moonlight
sets the soul on fire,

When you cry
and couldn’t shed tears
When you drink the ocean
and couldn’t quench the thirst,

When you envy the twinkling stars
and hate the free roaming clouds
When time stands still
and each moment you live
seems like an eternity,

When at each breath in you live
and at each breath out you die!



~07/20/19
~Writing Challenge 2, July 2019 - Melancholy
~Sponsor: Dear Heart
~


The Bleeding Heart of a Standing Wall

I’m pouring my heart all over your soul,
But nothing can come without a toll,

My emotions are being torn to shreds,
Like a needle tearing through the threads,

But in the end no walls will fall,
In fact they’ll be standing tall,

Only to one with such a fate,
Your lies have arrived a little too late,

For in the end when the walls wont fall,
Your lies will surely get hanged in the hall.

Premium Member My Bleeding Heart

bedazzled by jewels 
beguiled by the gem of you~
diamond eternal

as fake gold duals
alloys mix unbanding two~
with flames infernal   

tears drowning in pools
blinders tunnel, love eschews~
so notes my journal  
                                   
Love is
Surrounded by Monarch butterflies, 
on migration 
A tingling in your gut
does not defy
A warmness flutters inside
When flowers perfume
When you are near
You feel the same, I shall assume

Love hurts
When rubies now rhinestones,
dullen,  sullen
Diamonds now glass,
cutting deep
Pollen smothers,
I swallow my sorrows
 
My bleeding heart
Let’s stay together
Dowse the drought
Better a diamond with a flaw
than a pebble without
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Broken Bleeding Heart

"You shall not chase my gloom away!
There's such a charm in melancholy."
(Samuel Rogers, 1814)

I think, I was born under the shadow of melancholy.  I was a woebegone girl
since birth. My mother said she never saw anyone with such an aching heart.
To me there was anguish and agony everywhere in my world.  At the side of
the road, a dead bird would bring me to tears and with a heavy heart I would
hold a funeral.  My parents refused to let me bury squirrels but I prayed quite
mournfully for their souls.  When my sister died in childhood, I was overcome
with grief and downhearted.  I became desolate and miserable.  In my eyes
there is a sadness still that could shatter glass, it is so sorrowful. As I grew up,
I was a moody girl, taken to reflection and reverie, deep in my innermost 
thoughts and morose- and thus a poet was born.


broken bleeding heart
                         there is such heartache to see-
                  beautiful sadness

___________________________
July 16, 2019


Poetry/Haibun/Melancholy
Copyright Protected, ID 19- 1166-845-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Broken Bleeding Heart

"When everything that ticked—has stopped—
And Space stares—all around—
Or Grisly frosts—first Autumn morns,
Repeal the Beating Ground—" Emily Dickinson

I can't hear the beat of my own heart, it was silenced between the gasps of your last breaths and the touch of time as they stripped you of life. I remember standing there holding your hands as they fell from grip, resting atop your chest. I still see you there, like a shadow on a moonlit wall, distorted darkness that bends in the wind's call. The trees dance in its gossamer breath, much like my mind in its recollection, as their leaves twirl around and then spiral down towards the ground. They are more grounded than I am these days, I seem to get lost in the frame of memories that Autumn always brings forth. I hear you whisper my name in fragmented frames of mind as I bleed August across the folds of life and death.

                             drops of crimson fall
                       like autumn leaves upon ground
                         my heart bleeds the same




July 20, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, July 2019- Melancholy- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart

Bleeding Heart

Parting is such sweet sorrow
One that hasn’t tasted sorrow knows not
Pain and anguish are gifts lucky few got
So why this bleeding heart

An old friend gifted me a plant in a pot
The plant named as Bleeding Heart
I admired the gesture although my house provided
No room for two bleeding hearts

The existing bleeding heart in my chest
Was enough for me to endure
A cancer for which there isn’t any cure
Your heartlessness and my fidelity at its best

Sintra, Portugal –Jan. 20, 2015

Premium Member Broken Bleeding Heart Cured

“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”  ? Edgar Allan Poe


My heart is shattered in sadness,
Like a jigsaw with missing pieces.
I know my soul is irrevocably lost.
Oh, how I envy those
who casually forgive and forget,
and pass to pastures new.

But I am not like that.
I cannot eradicate my feeble feelings.
     Like the mists of a dark clouded dawn
     they linger all day long.
I shed no tears; I did not smile.
I was like a cold forlorn statue where
city doves dirty and rest.
Alas there was no rest for me.

Gloom, void and sadness
engulf me like a dark putrid lake.
     She came back, tear eyed.
     I could not forget that she came back.
Why did she leave?
I never abused her, never hit her,
never looked at another
for I loved only her.
And she came back.

Angry, I felt the injustice of it all.
I slammed the door on her once and forever.
     Melancholy enveloped me like winter’s gloom.
     Inexplicably I decided to search for her.
     She was not to be found.
So why cannot I forgive myself?
Why cannot I forget her?
Why must I live forever in dark despair?

Until I saw her in a church.
Tears fell down her sweet smooth face.
I knelt down near her.
     Father, forgive our trespasses
     As we forgive others.
I turned her tearful face
And gave her a long kiss on her hot lips.

A Bleeding Heart

Your promises cut like shards of 
glass
And memories remain like stains 
That show for everyone to see 
like gloss
And hopes of another love keep 
me sane
As I've tripped on the same trap 
yet again

Prepared to be a fool of love I 
kneeled
As I traded my pride for love
A fabricated fantasy which I held
But this was a pickled I couldn’t 
solve 
For you had given my love to 
another

Now my sorrows weigh heavy 
As bitterness wounds me softly
And my empty heart is left to 
bleed
For these memories I hold deed
Cave in resentment that kills.

My heart still bleeds 
For I forget not

Bleeding Heart Cry

I smile even though on the inside my soul 
does weep uncontrollably...like a infant 
torn from his mothers breast as he 
attempts to feed. No crime have I 
committed,except to try and love 
someone who never loved me. Torn into 
pieces like and building hit by a 
tornado....is my heart in peices. Tears that seem to 
fall from my eyes which have no ending. 
As I stand here on the top of this building 
contemplating my miseries ending? 
Someone save me from this pain which 
languishes within my heart beating even 
hard and faster than my own heart can 
beat...driving me to the point of no 
return, as my bleeding heart does cry in 
so much agony over someone who could 
never love me.

Bleeding Heart

A heart that bleeds from within
A face without a grin

Tears that never seem to end
Into this world of sorrow I descend

Fearing a life of loneliness
Dreaming of nothing but happiness

A pain that drain my body
A torment that affects me so harshly

Misery that runs mt day
Pills that keep it all abay

Nightmares that seem to taunt
Reality that does nothing but haunt

To heal my heart from within
Is the place I must begin

Who Will Cry/The Bleeding Heart

my heart cries out in agony and pain
bleeding for two men whose losses were in vain
praying for them to gain their sense of normalcy
to get back to where they used to be

please dear God help them to mend
so they can be cleansed and whole again
let them no loose the part of them
that makes them who they are
because of extenuating circumstances
of their intergrity thus far

sometimes things are not what they seem
walking around helpless in a life full of dreams
like poison from their system free them please
help them to stay humble and get down on their knees

in life when they are in their darkest hour
restore to them strength with your higher power
so who will cry for these two men
I'll cry for them father for their heart and spirit to mend

so I will cry again and again
and pray that these two find their strength again

AMEN!

The Bleeding Heart

Serenity blushes the shadows mild
And blow soft wind like "pepi"
As your dent romances me with pains
That worm over my body like death

Erecting my emotions like breath
As disappointments walk me through this journey of solitary
With my prints clapping in the sands
Hiding my fears in clouds of tears

As if there were no you tomorrow
Here the scorching sun shivers
Sharing her cries over my head
To console this bereft heart

That bleeds in tons of memories
With skips of pages one after the other
To silent the sweet tastes
That last but for a while

It is this bleeding heart

©Patrick K. Atsu 2015

My Bleeding Heart

My heart is bleeding and I don't know why

My heart is beating can't you hear it cry

My heart is broken can't you see it split

My heart is torn, torn to bits

My heart is vengeful and it has no regrets

My heart is soulless and it needs to be put to rest

My heart is useless cause you choose somebody else

My heart is frozen from everyone else

My heart is black

My heart is cold 

My heart can't let you go

My heart will wave goodbye 

My heart sank for the last time.....

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