Best Breakdowns Poems


Wedding Breakdowns

the  joys of marriage become memorable with unforseen breakdowns


Late night frolicking and teasing continued
Dancing and music lasted till early hours
With a beating heart and ignited nerves 
I lay nervously on bed wondering what lay ahead 

My groom arrived with a garlanded brow
Our marriage was performed with religious fervour
While the priest read out our marriage obligations
We walked in tow four times around the holy book

Family pressures had made my groom suspicious
Whether it was really me or else behind the veil
He bent and peeped lifting the veil slightly
Much to the chagrin of the priest and mirth for family

After the family lunch we drove down to his home in another city
His car broke down for a breather on an isolated road
My groom romanced on the ground beneath his car in the summer heat
While I all decked and drenched, bent down to observe him in greasy repair 

In final disparity of three breakdowns we ultimately reached home
Bathed and refreshed we were having a lovey-dovey talk
When there was a loud bang, we opened the door to find a smiling friend,
He was unable to reach the marriage venue as his car had broken down!


March 24, 2016
Contest: My Wedding Day Is Special 
Sponsor: Olive Eloisa Guillermore


*  reference to a Sikh marriage

Breakdowns

I hear that after she tried to break me
she herself broke down.
A friend of a friend said he distinctly heard 
her main-spring go.

They say she broke
in the London underground.
while waiting for the West Ham tube train.
One of her many prodding elbows
sprang a leak,
a sharp knee ground to a halt,
a sprocket in her head
escaped out of her open mouth.
She just toppled there on that platform
into an oily mess.

If I had known at the time
I would have run to her bedside,
however she deteriorated fast they say.
Her lower jaw tried to swallow words
made of toothless cogs.
Her ribcage sprung, gaping open
to reveal the dangling prune
of her heart.
Eventually she was written off
and declared beyond repair.

It was all so very sad.
I also was damaged,
my mangled remains
were displayed for weeks
in a small art gallery
dedicated to avant garde 
performance art.

3am Breakdowns

Laying in the hospital bed taking in
stares and remarks, reminding
me of the inconvenience of my 3am
breakdown. The pills
still swirling around in my stomach. It's
funny how when I'm
down someone's determined to still
drive me into the ground. For that very
reason, being taken away to go stay
behind those four walls in that hospital
room, walking around in grippy socks,
and eating
crappy food on a tray, felt safe. I was
safe from peoples abuse
resulting from the inability to love.

-from my book "The Sylvia Plath in me"


Breakdowns

I hear that after she broke-up with me
she herself broke down.
A friend of a friend said he distinctly heard 
her main-spring go.

They say she broke
in the London underground.
while waiting for the West Ham tube train.
One of her many prodding elbows
sprang a leak,
a sharp knee ground to a halt,
a sprocket in her head
escaped out of her open mouth.
She just toppled there on that platform
an oily mess.

She deteriorated fast they say.
Her lower jaw tried to swallow words
made of toothless cogs.
Eventually she was written off
and declared beyond repair.

It was all so very sad.
I also was damaged, my mangled remains
were displayed for weeks in a small art gallery
dedicated to avant garde performance art.

Breakdowns

Nervous breakdowns and I seem shot
Process now cus then I did not 
Mental breakdowns my brain did stop
I’m seemingly lost but I’ve got my plot
So along ago everyone forgot 
they want me to forget, me not
tied and tangled with the pot 
now it clears untying knots 

Mental breakdowns 
My life stopped
You couldn’t break down
so I seem shot 
And you want me to forget the lot 
it’s my life I’ll forget me not
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Breakdowns

I hear that after she broke up 
with me
she herself broke down.

They say her main-spring unwound
there in the London underground
while waiting for the West Ham tube.
Her knees ground to a halt,
she just toppled over on that platform,
an oily mess.

Eventually she was partly repaired
by several other erstwhile lovers,
but her eyes had narrowed to knife points.

I also was damaged,
my mangled remains were displayed
in a small gallery
just off the Edgeware Rd
one dedicated to performance art.


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