Best Break Apart Poems


We Will Fall If We Break Apart

We were friends from far villages 
We lived centuries of no breakages
Our relationship was that of villagers 
Before this century of political pillagers 

We lived happily in our villages 
And our culture was of no edges
Our togetherness was for ages 
That would not have us in cages 

The profundity of our thought 
Should correlate to what we sought 
For the togetherness is called  unity
It’ll always give us love and liberty

We had our different names
But politics gave us another name
This administrative name wasn’t naive 
So it shouldn’t make us to be too naive 

We may need to go apart 
But our spirits will never part
Leaving one another will be a departure 
Of a man who takes unknown adventure

Premium Member They Break Apart

Loves and lovers are parts in a play 
	acted from need or passion, 
	necessity or happenstance or duty 
	or merely not to be lonely for a while. 
	Loved in considered or unconsidered ways, 
	given or withheld,
	perhaps with tenderness, 
	perhaps terror,
	conscience or unconsciousness,
	in dark rooms lit by a single bulb, 
	in the sunlight of bluets and corn flowers, 
	on a stage, with a script and other actors, 
	an audience, and the potential 
	for success or disaster.
	If terrible enough or not attended to, 
	the play closes after a single performance, 
	finished almost before it’s begun.
	It may enjoy a long run, 
	the audience growing larger with each recital. 
	Most though become mere skeletons 
	draped with the dry skin of life, 
	a dragging-on rote performance bereft of passion.
	They end this way.  
	They break apart. 
	They just do.

Premium Member God Doesn'T Have a Fleshy Heart So It Doesn'T Break Apart-

God heart is not flesh so as not to be broken it is spirit
Beating not yet it embraces
It glows so it flows grasping
At humanities soul, spirit,
Spiritual fleshy heart hearts
So warm and tenderly soft





7/13/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©


Heart That Didn'T Break Apart Part 2

Yet, we still walk with a somewhat positive approach in life 
Oooh…I tried to follow my heart
However, things did sortah go downhill for us…
But God… how did we deal with such strife?
Oooh… at least it didn’t break apart
It didn’t break apart
Oh…it didn’t break apart
Yet, we still drive on with this undying life
Oooh…I tried to build up self esteem 
However, things got out of hand… how did we deal with such strife?
Oooh… at least it didn’t break apart…I didn’t even scream 
I didn’t even scream
I didn’t even scream
Just stay calm, sister…
It’s okay to cry…
We all do it…
But, I don’t know exactly…why… 

Yet, we still move on with this extremely uncanny life
Oooh…I tried to follow my heart
However, things got out of hand… how did we deal with such strife?
Oooh… at least it didn’t break apart
It didn’t break apart
Oh…it didn’t break apart
Thank God it didn’t break apart

Yet, we still work out our problems
Oooh…I tried to follow my heart
Just keep on pushing that heavy cart
But, don’t lose touch with hope – 
God will lead us to the Promise Land…
God will answer our little prayers
Oooh… God hears us out…
No doubt…
No doubt…
We were a puzzle, left undone
Life is what you call a whole lot of fun…
But, look to God and you won’t feel so bad
I bet there are so many people out there 
That aren’t man enough to say that they feel rather sad

But, I have a heart
That didn't break apart

If only you could listen...
Perhaps, you'll gain some insight
Seek first God's light
Instead of Satan's night

Premium Member On the dark seas of the soul, waves of time break apart

On the dark seas of the soul, waves of time break apart,
God tears away my emotions, like dried leaves in the wind.
My eyes, shipwrecked on tumultuous shores, gaze at the dimmed sky,
The blue, once pure, is now stained by the transparency of a snowy dream.
Incandescent shadows ask my mysterious, living face,
"Is it you, beautiful?" and the echo replies, "I don't know, I don't know."
On wings of flaming wind, chasms deepen in silence,
Drops from the feathers of mythical birds fall from lofty thoughts.
In forbidden nights, actors dream of lost roles,
Ambiguously interpreting the forgers of silent dreams.
Women who no longer want to bear the world's blame on bare shoulders,
Their fragile minds seek light in sparks from beyond.
The struggle is uneven, but from the darkness, a clear paradox is born,
Lost emotions, like falling stars, return as a gift.
On wings of dreams, I fly beyond the chasm of time,
Searching in the unknown infinite for the essence of his thought.
I remain in the flow of consciousness, a river that runs without stopping,
The paradox of my life is a labyrinth of longing and love.
Every night, on the world's stage, I play my role,
An actor lost among dreams, forever searching for his soul.
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