Best Broke Poems


Premium Member To the Poet Who Broke My Heart

Yes, he broke my heart, but not the usual way
With tender words, he made my poor heart sway
Each chamber beamed with his adoring smile
That chased the demons, made my life worth while

He broke my heart….

My heart was callous, filled with dirt and grime
Its walls all hardened by betrayal’s crime
And there he was a blazing ray of light
That came into my heart and made things right

He broke my heart…

He bathed each wall with sympathizing tears
And made me feel the joy of youthful years
He made of me of a woman, blooming fair
Oh how he glorified my raven hair

He broke my heart….

He broke down each defense that I set up
And gave parched lips a drink from lover’s cup
He loved my body, and adored my mind
And vowed my beauty was the rarest kind

He broke my heart….

He broke my heart, he broke my every care
He broke the chains that had me in despair
He broke my silence, and he made me sing
He broke my crutch and gave me angel wing

He broke my heart…

And in the breaking, love gushed out from me
In deluge of romance and constancy
Renewed, refreshed, revived from broken dreams
He broke my heart and bathed it in his streams

He broke my heart….

Eileen Manassian

Premium Member The Necklace Broke

The necklace broke; all the little pieces
went scattering across the kitchen floor.
Pretty beads were rolling into creases
of a bright rug that lay before the door.

In order to retrieve the beads, she tried
to kneel to grasp the remnants of her prize.
Some minutes passed. The girl broke down and cried
small pieces of deep anguish from her eyes.

That cherished heirloom worn by her each day
(because it was the last thing given her
by her dear mother who had passed away)
would be so hard to fix! And now a blur
the room became. The beads she could not see,
for tears rained down her face mercilessly.

Another One Shuts Down - Corona Virus Edition

Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)

Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state

Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked

Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town

They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door

Work is leaving faster than
It has ever in the past
There's more folks on assistance
How long will this all last?

Fifty years a hundred ten
Factories closing shop
There's more buildings that are vacant
Our growth came to a stop

It doesn't matter where you go
It's that damn covid one nine
If you are not essential
Out goes the "CLOSING" sign

It all comes down to profit
You're a number not a name
It doesn't matter where you go
Plant closure is the game

Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts down
To find the business district here
You've got to leave the town

They're closing up 'bout one a month
Jobs are leaving by the score
When you leave, turn out the lights
And please folks, lock the door


Premium Member So She Broke Your Heart

So she broke your heart and bled you
left you to drown in dark waters... 
melancholia has kept you entombed 
so long within its frozen grasp 

So she broke your heart and bled you
left you lost in a forest of disenchantment…
stripped your soul like the northern winds 
strip bare sturdy oaks

So she broke your heart and bled you
tossed to the Ninth level of Hades...
where your heart has lain in fragments  
hope appear as fallen ashes

So she broke your heart and bled you
never look back to what has been
we’re both needing resurrection 
let love now stake its claim 
~*~
9/25/13

Premium Member To the Poet Who Broke My Heart Dw

We were ‘married’ on poetry soup
I kept my hubby right in the loop
I still rue the day
That you went away
I need to dry my tears and regroup


Loved your humour right from the start
I miss you with all of my heart
Want you to come back
Get you in the sack*
Then they’ll never tear us apart!



* In case you are wondering … Darren and I are simply amazing friends and this is a cheeky line from one of the last mails he sent me in October.
I miss you my lovely friend
2nd February 2015
Contest: A Valentine Limerick SKAT A

Premium Member You Broke My Heart Not Hardly

You thought, you broke my heart when you walked out
Well old friend, have I got some news for you?
It stung a bit, of that there is no doubt
But honey, I was anything but blue

The day you left, I bought a Cadillac
I bought myself some diamonds for some bling
My love train kept on rollin' down the track
And all I left behind was big smoke rings

See, girls like you, give women a bad name
And guys like me, look out, for girls like you
The only thing you got from me was shame
Now, you're the one who's left singing the blues

You were a pane of glass right from the start
And by the way, I never had a heart



    February 7 2017
   by Daniel Turner


Premium Member You Broke My Heart

I wrote the perfect poem, and I double-checked each line
The imagery was stunning, the picture painted was divine

My face broke into a smile with the glowing comments I received
But when I saw the ‘winner’s list’ I found my eyes were deceived

There was a massive void where my name should have been
How could the premiere contest sponsor be so bloody mean!

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If it's broke don't fix it

Devoted to imperfections like rituals ~ 
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Premium Member Oak Soak Coke Folk Cloak Smoke Broke Bloke

A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk

Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke

He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak

If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.

My Friend Is Lost, My Heart Is Broke

in a room I lay with you invading my thoughts
I cant seem to get you out of my head
I know I should let go and move forward
But It eats me to think I lost my only friend.

I cant bring myself to cry
nor do I know how to get closure
I don't want to let go of you
but reality is, it has been over.

I didn't care if you hurt me
because at least you were there
pride no longer a factor
and I know you really cared.

It became a chore to stay away
that is what u needed at the time
I tried to be there regardless	
because I was the happiest when at ur side.

I never could grasp the reason
or what I did so wrong to you	
I felt like I understood and It was okay
but at the end of the day, it wasn't  i u'd choose.

Understanding on a verbal contract	
but I wasn't the one who left	
I get why you did the things you did
but u didn't get,  for you i wanted only the best.

well, now I am here and you there
as I have come to peace with whats real	
I know I have to be at a distance for now
need time for my heart to heal	

I am still your friend, that won't ever change
but I have to go on with my life 	
you told me from the beginning but I chose not to listen
and I can say that with you I honestly tried.

tried to love and never judge
although things made me feel like I wasn't good enough	
Maybe I was to deep into my heart
and I was mistaken our arrangement 
     for something it never was………

You Broke Me

You broke it
You broke it
You tore it right apart
You made me
Finally believe
That we'd never be apart

I cant stand
How you can just
Look at me th way you do
I cant stand
How you can just
Make me feel the way you do
Then turn away
Let me feel that I am to blame

You broke it
You broke it
You tore it right apart
You made me
Finally believe
That we'd never be apart

I cant stand 
How weak I feel
When you waltz right in
I cant stand 
How weak I feel
When you play me like a field
Then you say "Goodbye"
No matter how many times, I still wonder "Why"

You broke it 
You broke it
You tore it right apart
You made me 
Finally believe
That we'd never be apart

One of these days 
I'll wisen up
I wont forget about you
You wont forget about me
But I'll never forget
The pain that Loving you
Is causing me

You broke me
You broke me
You tore me right apart
You made me 
Finally believe 
That you'd never break my heart

Provoke Joke That We Were Broke

Provoke Joke That We Were Broke

others did provoke
and have become a big joke
they would end up broke

hard times in making
each breath we have been taking
while hearts are breaking

how bad we all feel
did discover dirty deal
poor so had to steel

God had told us so
with support spirit will grow
party in church throw

could be a client
who on God is reliant
so we shall repent

soon we all shall snap
and could never fill in gap
then was in a trap

Four F's

fanatic we found
frustrating and full of fear
tired with fatigue

Does any of this sound
familiar.

Jim Horn
© James Horn  Create an image from this poem.

After The Day He Broke

A man too soft, too real, too kind,
gets left alone, and left behind.
He once was soft, a gentle soul,
He gave his heart, He gave it whole.

He cared for her with all his time,
Never knew love could turn this way in time.

The one who cared now feels decline,
and stands so cold, just like a pine.

He trusted faces way too fast,
got fooled by smiles that couldn't last.

Now with his wit, he reads the line,
and plays the game he once called crime.

He tries to be bad, but morals still define,
so he bends them day by day,
to stand just like a pine.

He doesn't want this change in him,
he doesn't feel it's fine,
but now he lives, and now he stands,
harsh and straight like a pine.

He wants to cry, to let it out,
to scream his pain, to end the doubt,
but being a man, he chose this line
to hide it all, be like a pine.

But after that day, he had no choice,
to live this way and silence his voice...
© Ekant Gola  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member What If You Broke Every Law of Physics

I closed my eyes to break all the laws,
All the laws of physics and natural philosophy. 
I wanted to travel faster than light, 
Go back hundreds of years, and do it with no technology.
I closed my eyes and talked gravity with Newton,
Talked about spectrums, inertia, and calculus.
We ate an apple at Trinity, dressed in grand blue and red robes
That were beautiful, noble and fabulous.

But then I thought about how neat this power was, 
To travel, meeting whomever in any old year. 
So I went back further, eyes closed tight, to 1601,
And talked about Hamlet with William Shakespeare.
I asked “Why does he drag his feet so long, 
So long to avenge his father’s killer?”
He picked up a beer and idly said “He had bipolared ego,
Besides, I needed to write a thriller.”

Then I thought of other rules I could break, 
So I travelled to the middle of the deepest black hole.
It was amazingly theatrical, the swirling bright everything, 
It most certainly had its own soul.
Then I was in an alternate universe, 
With an earth, a moon and a sun.
And on this planet sweet love, it was everywhere,
Enough love for you, and me, and everyone.

If breaking laws of physics leads to love, joy and happiness,
And millions of crazy butterflies.
Then I think I might enjoy travelling more often,
Just doing it by closing my eyes.

The Dawn Broke Like a Heart

The dawn broke like a heart,
In shades of violet deep as violence
That bled into the night...

The sun rose like a love affair,
Sky scarlet with a jealous blush
As the first light burned like lust...

The day came like a nightmare,
Drowning in a blue deeper
Than you've ever seen...

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