Best Broken Hearted Poems


Premium Member Prayer For the Broken Hearted


                               Softly breathe on weary soul

                      Your breath, my King, Who paid our toll

                        Rest now, Your Hand, on weary head

                       Renewed, in hope, You'll raise the dead

                            Speak, I pray Thee, Father God,

                       A dream of Heaven, of where You Trod

                            Hold the broken, dry the tear,

                        To those who cry, oh meet us here!

                              Softly Jesus, over each head,

                      Your gifts, sweet dreams, upon each bed.

                        Oh, Lord, please lift the gaze to You

                        And gently light the pathway through

                           I pray You lift the broken heart,

                     Of peace, love hope, You would impart.

                        Be with my friends in dark of night,

                   Please hold them Abba, let shine Your Light.

                                              Amen

Premium Member Broken Hearted Monoku

Why is it called ECSTASY – your two friends lie in a mortuary.

I wrote this poem for my son who was devastated after the death of his two schoolfriends, it is dedicated to the memory of brothers Jacques and Torin Lakeman aged 19 and 20 who were found dead  2nd December - gone but always in my heart.

3rd December 2014

Premium Member Broken Hearted - Jtap

Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.



We miss you, Chan :)



This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.


Premium Member Broken Hearted

sadly the heart beats
world oblivious to pain
death patiently waits


7/3/2018
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Loving and Breathing (Dilemma of the Broken Hearted)

Inhaled at the age of innocence,
with a breath that lies between stars,
with immortal depths that have no
ending as my lungs forever expand,
Exhalation has become unachievable,
due to the obstruction of faith
of a boy for his very first dream,
Chest heaving as a heart aches,

Is love a tree or the deepest ocean?
My breath or my reason for holding?
The questions unanswered since the 
dawn of man and emotion alike,
Thus the bittersweet conclusion
appears that love equals the two,
Yet how does such beauty create
a pain that suffers from insomnia?

Expendable only to a few torn souls
who have breathed the sweet intoxication
of love, and caressed the linger of its enticing
aroma, and suffered the sting of its departure,
Leaving hearts which cannot withstand the
agony, to exhale affection for everything in
its entirety, crushing the hope of such youths,
yet this warning takes nothing from its appeal,

For to breathe love, is to touch enchantment,
As romance itself in but a breathe shared 
between two spirits rewarded for persistence,
With the risk of being proven fallible,
which leads to tears and pain entwined,
Must we not embrace the risk as reward?
For those as myself, who answered "no"
are condemned to the most fragile breathing,

For each breath hurts like the last
One love, one lost, one breath in all,
Breathing her in as if she has become
the last breath of oxygen in my life,
For she has, she has become my only,
due to a choice made for the perfect love,
Yet my painful irony has become, breathing
and loving, with each one, keeping 
the agony of the other alive forever

Premium Member If Only We Could Turn Back the Hands of Time

An island  I have become, in  the  shadows  of  darkness, 
and  the  boundless ocean  waves  of  salty  tears  of  starkness. 
High  overhead  all  moving  about,  thousands  and  millions, 
a  plafond  of  stars  looks  down  upon  me  with  its  brilliance. 

If only we could turn back the hands of time,  a pinch or wink; 
my heart half full would ink a path through nature's acres to drink 
the   irreplaceable  moments  I  once  had  under  a  lace 
canopy  of  overhanging  leaves  and  gaze  upon  your  face. 

In the morning light,  I would embrace your soul,  and steal a kiss. 
We'd  bath in years of rapturous tears;  fountain of endless bliss. 
If only we could turn back the hands of time, snatch back the past,
my heart bulging with yearning hope would ink a path that would last.


10/17/2019
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.


Broken Hearted Me

Autumn day, and I feel the sadness 
 carried by the air that wraps 
my feelings started to gone

And now you say you want to leave
Tears fall from these eyes
It hurts inside cause still now
I can’t find the reason why?
In you I have found my life
And find that I have finally found
a new life.

Echoes of my voice slowly die
try to ease the pain in my heart,
that feels like it will never
beat this much again.

Was I a fool who feel in love?
with his own dream
searching for the promised you’ve made
where did it go?
Does anybody know?

I can still recall the warmth of the night
And angels brought me to the past
Tonight I’ll hold what it could be right
To leave the thoughts and memories behind
Time will heal, broken hearted me
Tomorrow I’ll pretend to
And find that I know how to let you go


If I had a Broken Heart – Contest
HGarvey Daniel Esquire

Cry's of a Broken Hearted-- Angel

Cry's of a Broken Hearted Angel
She Still Flys...
Shining Love.. Ever so Bright
Touching... Heavenly Skies

As She passes by
You can see Her.. Twinkling light
Shooting across the sky
Through the night

Her Heart tis broken
She can-not deny..
Words unspoken
For Love she has inside

She Still Sings... can You hear
ForEver... Sweet Love
Divine and True
Come to Our Majestic King..
Come before tis too late for You!

Tho Her Heart tis broken inside
For Souls.. whomsoever be too late
For they delay.. their moments of Fate
As Her Heart Crys.. yet.. She still Shines

Tis Angel.. She Proclaims and Declares
God's Divine Love.. is for Everyone.. Everywhere..
In Hopes For Souls.. to Hear.. believe.. 
God's Beautiful Love 
God has to give to thee

Come to Jesus Christ our King
As She still sings Love.. within Her Heart
Hoping.. Light shall shine within Souls
whomsoever come be Born-again
Eternal Love Everlasting.. Jesus Beholds

As tis Angel flys.. Hear her crys..
Come to Jesus.. Receive His Divine Love inside
Glorious Majestic Love of Christ
Grace is given for You.. Eternal Life
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Broken Hearted

Feeling so broken hearted
Over wanting them near
We should never have parted
They should be right here
To continue what we started
Our first days I hold so dear
In my heart, broken hearted
Until together, forever near.

Broken Hearted

I set out on a mission 
to fix my broken heart...
to glue all of the pieces 
that you tore apart

When I came close to finish
and left the glue to dry
You thought you'd take a hold of it
and drop it so I'd die

I dropped down to my knees,
crying. What was I to do?
I gathered what was left of me
and once again gave it all to you
© Melanie D  Create an image from this poem.

Broken Hearted

impending crevice
these unebbing tears can't heal
world in the ruins.

Premium Member Broken Hearted Man

Bleeds
Pleads
Begs
Love leaks down his sleeve
Bone and bristle
Heart reaped
Soul raped
A broken man with homeless face
Waiting
Meekly at hells fiery gates
Dreams in a bottle
Messages from above
Broken glass cuts deep
Into rivers red of bloody consumption
The earth takes what the pregnant give
Spitting away
The butterflies
That hover and hope
For better days

The Cry of a Broken Hearted

Have you ever heard the cry of the broken hearted?
Whose heart bleeds as it pleads as a result to losing, the one girl, he needs
Humble your heart and mind and access with empathy; well enough to perceive it clearly
I must warn you, it’ll be the worst cry you’ll ever hear, because it’s awfully too near to fear
Like how raindrops can replace your tears’ flowing outwardly from the inside
Falling like thunder-hunted by a lightning spear, shredding your thoughts to wander
As to what reality will be like to a dreamer, who cannot sleep; as he weeps and leaps?
Chasing memories which doesn’t exist coz’ he cannot resist but he persist on insisting, anyway
Whereas his heart plays jaggedly with the cards of sorrow, one bluff-it’s goodbye tomorrow
He bellows… like a rollercoaster ride, knowing, it’ll come again and again, turning boys to men
Turning strong men weak and feeble men weaker-all because he tried again, to seek her
All because he thought he needs her-He truly believes and grieves like thieves
Stealing time that was never his to reminisce inside a kiss only to see it spun onto this
Where his world gets weary as his eyes get teary watching the past unfolds to less than a theory
I digress, hoping that it’ll all be over in one second or less, unless, all, is but a test
I digress from digressing further, because everything’s a blur-like a nightmare slurring
He confuses me, when he talks about me as “I to a he” to a muse as though he too has lost his shoes
My head’s spinning-trying to find the right words to a song; a right place to belong
I’ve gone and reached ahead while the unknown future still trapped in my bed; unwed from reality
Uncoupled from normality where the only exception to the rule was to cry and so I play the fool
He cries as I cry, sending our “goodbyes” to the sky, trusting that one day, I will get to fly
As for now, I’ll embrace the pain with a little bit of salt and let it settle inside my private vault
Where all my promises and wishes and dreams can come true, and while I’m there… I’ll think of you

by: Wilbert Evangelista Dela CRuz

My Last Breath

Before you sleep take my last breath from my soul
For I weep from the pain
A pain so pensiveness it withers my insides away
I have lost you in a place I felt safe, now I’m surrounded by dust and fog nearly blinding my eyes
I’m scared and frightened by the rift between our hearts
I am a petrified forest with bare limbs that have been stripped and lay abandoned 
You have plundered me into twisted hemp of disarray
How could things have gone so wrong?
How could we have lost the love and luster of yesterday?
Was it really a love of reality?
Clouded by desire and hunger and waiting at the gates of deception
Eyes of jewels that spill a river far and wide
Drown me in a red sticky cancer 
Shattered glass a portrait preview of two fractured in half
I am floating alone in cold lonely vortex of cruelty while shards of you leave me unchanged
You once needed me and made me feel alive
Now I am dying not that knowing where your feelings really lay
You say one thing then do another
So confusing to say the least
Could you be true and honest could you be clear to yourself
Before you sleep take the ache from my broken insides 
 today 
And breath my last breath

Premium Member Broken Hearted, But Forgiving

BROKEN-HEARTED, BUT FORGIVING

I have two grandchildren whom I've not seen
In a period nearing three years
I look at their pictures every day
And it reduces me to tears

Their mother and father flatly refuse 
Any contact with them at all
Since the untimely death of my wife
Not even a card or a call

No explanation has been given
I simply do not know why
Life hardly seems worth living
And every day, I cry

But the God that I serve has stated
Forgive them seventy times seven
So this I've done as He has said
And we'll be reunited in Heaven

14 October 2017
1:55 a.m.

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