Best Broken Heart Poems
“I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay”
Sara Evans
My heart no longer
beats the same,
as I’ve wiped away
tainted tints on
vain valves.
Bleeding out
shattered dreams.
Colors of fallen
needle-shaped leaves,
emanate shades
of memories,
lost along a clamor of
fragmented pieces,
where linchen-dusted lies
confused my
flower-patterned spirit,
adrift in a pastoral
landscape of melancholy,
scumbled in roseate oil,
calligraphed from
the fragrance of
forget-me-nots,
but sunflowers no
longer bloom,
although I still
see a thread
of salvation
surfing through the
airy breeze that hides
behind green
grass across
untouched,
yet butterfly nested
water mountains.
I chose to be
content alone,
with me and my
heartbroken bliss,
over passionate
petal-like serenades,
that caressed
my midnight blues.
So, forgive the stars,
named with our love,
as I bid
farewell to half-adorned
illustrations
of a perfect sunrise,
stolen by the past
that always punished me,
with trust issues,
obscured in somber clouds
that follow my
silhouette, faithfully.
The bleeding sunset lingers on her mind
as night approaches and the sky goes dark.
Her soul is restless; how it craves to find
some words of comfort which could leave their mark,
erasing heartache etched in grooves of tears
on ice-cold marble where lost dreams now dwell,
relief imploring from the grasp of fear,
the twilight shadows full of doubts dispel.
The wind is conscious of her thoughts distraught;
it whispers softly, plays with her long hair,
diverts attention, brings her grief to naught...
A damsel’s heart fragmented he can’t bear.
Dense clouds are drifting and the moon slips by;
the joy of healing it will not deny.
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A Sonnet for John Hamilton's Contest.
Placed 2nd
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
Khalil Gibran
In days of darkness,
sad stars shimmer like somber souls.
Upon the return of solitude,
whilst shaping strings of silence,
a troubled tongue becomes a soundless voice.
In each tear there is torment.
Reminiscing unredeemed memories,
heartbeats of the heartbroken echo gently at nightfall,
as a black blanket covers indigo horizons before my eyes.
In an anthology of angst.
Shrouded shadows in manipulative mirrors,
shield the sensitivity of sincere speech.
Without words, embodied emotions,
integrate into invisible inflictions.
Perpetual pain from a poisonous past,
repeats in an unrhymed repetitive rhythm,
as fragile fingers trigger hidden trauma.
In the midst of misunderstood metaphors.
There are secrets in suppression,
with so much lost in a suicide of expression.
Spiteful spirits reappear, reflecting like
neoteric neon drops on midnight shores,
washing away forlorn forgotten footsteps -
yet the sorrows continue into tomorrow.
Trials of time leave behind trails of truth,
as facts of fate fail in this false fairground we call life.
Reflections of regret resonate a reality,
where the world is working on its own worries.
In hollow nothingness, death is a blessing,
as no one offers holy hope -
only silence remains.
I have always been alone
I have always been the lonely one
In the corner, quiet and silent
Inside of dreams to come
So with determination
I build and build and build
Possessions compounding
Wealth is the only scorecard I know
Now, it’s amassed, and I have it all
So with pride and confidence
I do what anyone should
I must purchase a possession of my desire
I read in the paper of a sale very fine
A Garage sale of many old antiques divine
Within it all is treasure so very deep
A broken heart of golden hopes
I am not sure how one goes about
Such a purchase, of infinite value
I am succumbed with depression and sadness
For all my wealth
I have not the currency to buy this heart
So I burned my money that very night
I learned, there is another currency of delight
I wrote words and music and poetic verse
My Snow White she refuses to awake
Even my heart at the bone it shakes
Vaso the empty vessel of life
Learned there is no currencies at all
To acquire a broken heart
.................. L I L O
Y F Y V
M H E M G E
F O R E V E R E T E R N A L
L E N O R E L E N O R E
E N T W I N E D E N T W I N E D
Always with my HearT I Always with true Feeling
Love You, my Dearest WIFE ALWAYS with Emotions
My Love grows like an oak My Heart beats for YOU
Mighty and E v e r l a s t I n g MY TEARS are Real
YOU are M Y STRENGTH Yet My Heart still Aches
FOR YOU LIVE in ME Though You live with GOD
ETERNAL B L I S S YOU wear the gown of Angels
INFINITE P U R E YOU carry my Heart in Yours
You grow in my heart EACH and EVERY Day
The LOVE grows and I am at Peace KNOWING
As LOVE Grows In my BROKEN Heart
Constantly Knitting cracks and Fissures
My Dearest Beloved Tenderly Mended
Repairing Loneliness My Wife Lenore
Angelically Smiles Eternally Loved
MY Only Most B E L O V E D
L I F E L E N O R E
Always F O R E V E R
YOU My Heartbeat
Are My S O U L
MY W I F E
One Breath
N e v e r
Alone
YOU
And
I
It's never anything big, just a nagging defeat
Of wanting to be exclusive in your ambit,
For in your eyes, I see an opportune disguise
Living as a friend of genuine vibes gone awry.
It was the zealous-moon you adored with glee
When romantic vibes you scripted about me,
Fussing about moon-spot of slight imperfection
Looking at my face, hinting coy comparison.
When I lauded our pond's white lotus flowers
You admired silence of the ripples in water
Singing praises of existence so ephemeral,
Never denying you compared it to our love.
Being impulsive, you stole a rose from garden
Handing it to me like borrowed ardent charm.
As I held it in gratitude for its delicate beauty
It pierced my heart with its anguished thorns.
You take me places, pleasantly well-meaning
But when I get there, I'm left feeling alone
For you traverse a lone-orbit on your own
Leaving me to tangle by your rotational force.
When you ask me, if love still burns our flame,
I simply want to say, love has changed its name
For time has falsified what we once meant,
No more can I bear brokenhearted sunsets.
January 29, 2018
First place: One in five contest by Joseph May
Placed 2nd: Strand select 11 by Brian Strand
I once met a broken heart ,
It said it longed for love.
And it'd been yearning so long !
It said there's no God above.
.
For if there was, a God there,
It wouldn't have to suffer.
And live a life that had ,
Made its survival tougher.
.
So , I asked it to look within ,
If some bit of the love had lasted,
And it came out grieving ,
That out of the blues ,
it had in fact found a casket !
.
And there within the casket lay ,
All the love it longed , it sighed.
Sadly though through pure negligence,
Now all that love had died .
.
For, since years the heart had been to lands , water and cliffs ,
In hopes of finding some love that belonged it bit by bit.
It had cried and craved for love that was so far,
Never had it cared enough to look into his own jar.
You love yourself ,
God loves you back,
The poor heart didn't know!
And that is the purest love to find ,
May wherever you go.
"Loved you then. Love you still.
Always have, and always will."
_ from a song by Nana Mouskouri
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I spoke to mother last night in a dream,
it felt so real and my heart was bursting;
I can still hear her laugh like twinkling bells,
mother was in bed as she was so sick;
and I was in an armchair beside her,
we talked, talked until she could talk no more.
And when she passed I heard the angel harps,
as her soul floated up- a lovely dove;
mother had always only had good words,
she left with not a single enemy;
people stood in line at her funeral,
to say goodbye to their friend, my mother.
I take comfort in that she taught me well,
she was my anchor and I was her wings;
together we soared so high in this world,
she gifted me her love of the flowers;
and to live life in tranquil harmony,
but- not a day goes by that I regret . . .
setting her free.
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February 26, 2021
Poetry/Elegiac Lyric/My Broken Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1332-503-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Heart Harp Harmony
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cook, Judged 03/06/2021
Second Place
A spirit flies alone there's no love true without saying goodbye
soul searching deeply without sacrifice your gone
walking golden sands inside the heart all wars are won
Hand in hand slowly strolls on golden sands footprints left
as you're daylight played warm tricks our destiny ties us beyond
put under one spell lost in lonely you one beautiful memory
Drowning inside your Heaven drifting faraway tears
to hear the winds breathless whisper softly howls out your name
holding you dream magic as your voice enters feelings flow
An aura of beauty appeared within reality coloring a rainbow
or was it just a figment of imagination never existing
strung along believing in something real
Salted from the deep ocean waves crashing currents
rising emotions turning tides weeping is it wrong for me in the scrapyard
among'st twisted metal to want to hold you love one last time
(Terza Rima in unrhymed Tercet poetic format)
It’s raining in the corner
Stripes upon the floor
Bloody knife in a barroom door
Drinking whiskey
From a hollowed out gourd
Full of wasps
That rage in my core
Old man Mason
Got a smile upon his face
He knows the fire
And now I got a taste
Can’t stand up
Can’t lie down
Spinning room
Going round and round
Lipstick so red and thick
Devils eyes are on my hip
Right hand of the devil
Is a handgun son
I’m shooting dice
I’m shooting everyone
Woke up in a Philippine jail
I’ll sail for Hong Kong
Once I make my bail
They’ll never find me
The only evidence to tell
Is a tattoo of a broken heart
And a rusty nail
FICTIONAL EMOTIVE WRITE
Since I was a tiny baby I was brought up by my grandparents and had a very happy childhood. I knew that they were not my real parents but they gave me such love that I didn’t ask any questions for fear of upsetting them. Grandma’s eyes would mist over any time anyone mentioned my parents so I knew something bad had happened to them
Whispers in the hall
The child is too young to know
They passed so quickly
I left home at 20, married and moved to a small town about 50 miles from where I grew up. I was always in touch with my grandparents, but over time old age crept upon them and I recently cleared the family home when grandma passed away. I discovered yellowing newspaper cuttings, which told of how my parents had been killed in a horrific car crash, it also detailed their final resting place in the local cemetery.
Family secrets
Scrapbook of old photographs
My parents smiling
Dawn is breaking and dappled sunlight streams through the trees. A veil of grey swirling mist shrouds the cemetery. I pull my shawl closely around my shoulders and begin my search. Strands of ivy hang down from the towering yew trees, its dark green tendrils wrapped around the grey granite graves clinging so tightly as if it was trying to hold up the graves like a puppet on a string. The fallen gravestones remind me of decaying teeth with many gaps where stones had crumbled with age and neglect. I walk slowly, reading the names of those who now had eternal rest. Eventually I found their grave at plot 142, where a marble angel watches over them sleeping. I scrape off the thick lichen, which obscures their names. Tears fall and I hug the gravestone wishing I could embrace my parents for real.
I greet my parents
Stone cold grave gives me closure
Heartbroken child cries
09~26~16
Contest Overgrown With Vines Sponsored by Broken Wings
submitted to ''H'' Contest, New or Old Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
She was my first love until it ended
It would last forever I believed
Was it the childish words that so offended
Or were we by our youth just being deceived.
I couldn't do a thing to stop you leaving
Though I remember hoping you would stay
but the final words I spoke I still believe in
I will never be more than a broken heart away.
The memories of that love are still with me
Loving feelings in my heart are tightly cleft
All around me I see a beautiful history
Reminders of our love before you left.
Ornaments and pictures on the mantle
Each a memory I can touch
I have even saved all the scented candles
and the bible pressed rose you loved so much.
Now I'm hearing your new man has betrayed you
I heard he hit you and you lived a life of hell
You now know not a word he spoke has proven true
Since the day he first cast his evil spell.
I'm told you would come back if I asked you
Nevermore would you feel the need to stray
This time it would be forever and you'll be true
and you are only a broken heart away .
My friendship is there if you should need me
My shoulder is yours if you wish to cry
All I own is given to you freely
but I'm afraid my love I cannot lie
My broken heart has now mended
Though scarred by the bitter years of pain
What we shared has truly ended
I just cannot put my heart through that again ,
Through my window, I see your silhouette in moonlight,
on the far hill, each night as you sit alone
We were lovers once
You live on the cobbled road, where the stone gates are
And I, above the store where father makes shoes
I still wear the scars from those days
We were young, I found you innocent and fragile,
you opened your heart
That summer was alive and fragrant,
we picked wildflowers, putting them in our hair
and covered every meadow, swam naked in your father's stream,
below the hill, where the stone seat is, under the elm tree
I felt out of place, yet you welcomed me
It rained the last time I saw you
The sadness in your face, the silent tears,
as each stroke from your father's whip,
cut deep, deep in my back
Over the years they've healed, tattoo reminders
Every night I look out, see your silhouette on the hill,
sitting alone in the moonlight
And I, a face in a broken window
7/13/14
** My 2nd poem ever, gonna take me quite quite some time, in comparison to the many great poets here. I'm a newbie and a beginner **
Broken Heart
The pain was real
only time could heal
took away my breath
assumed it was death
So wanted you back
wanted you in my life
thought you would be my wife
but I was young, I was naive
it was only a process to grieve
I saw you with him
it was time to move on
but it didn't feel right
but then I saw the light
It was time to move on
and I did just that
work, family and friends
but no more girlfriends
This was my time, a little down time
work daytime and play til bed time
no longer a care in the world
No more girlfriends and no more pain
No more trying, nothing to gain
But then there she was
when I wasn't even looking
Eyes met across the room
Smiles were in full bloom
I've heard of love at first sight
I felt it there that very night
pain went away, no more grey
no drugs but high as a kite
Forgot what's her name
cause I burned with a new flame
I was in love, not a game
I had hoped she felt the same
Here we are, twenty five years later
still in love, but keep in mind
'Love is patient, love is kind
it does not envy, does not boast
It is not proud', I do not boast
The love is real, nothing to heal
She took away my breath
Will stay with her, all the days of my life
She's my life, my wife
til death do us part, and then the after life
-James R. Lutz
Raise your words not your voice. It is
rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
_Rumi
Death has filled me with dreadful fear,
and with each tragic loss- I cried;
and write heartbroken with a tear,
to tombs my dream spirit will glide !
I am so lost;
my scarred soul tossed !
Despair- my companion each year,
a family to love- denied;
I write my pain for God to hear,
some days confused and terrified !
But, joyful peace;
in each penned piece !
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August 01, 2022
Poetry/Posie Rhyme/Heartbroken Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1477-305-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Emotions Used in Poem- fear, despair, love
Written for the Premiere contest, Strong Emotions
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 08/30/2022
First Place