Best Brokeness Poems
His presence was like the screeching
From someone scraping a fingernail
Down a blackboard
But I would miss him despite it all
He wasn’t the one for me really
He was tempted by drink
And women and anything that
Wasn’t a reality in his life
His life is filled with lost moments
And lost causes because he
Doesn’t give in to the need to be
Responsible and caring
He said he loved me with his heart
But it was a love for what it brought
When I gave to him all that I had
And didn’t take anything back
He was afraid to really open up
No one knew what he was
Because he only showed his mask
Of joy and kindness and no grief
Grief was a part of his deepest heart
It wound around his soul creating
A wound that wouldn’t heal or scar
Because it was continually reopened
He was a liar with all that he said
No promises whispered that were fulfilled
He didn’t want anyone to see the real man
The one who had problems deeper than sin
And, sometimes, some ways, I miss him
Even though I never once believed in him
I could not because he was a broken word
That refused to be spoken or written down
They probed into my attic,
And were disturbed by what they found,
Accumulated years of cluttered thoughts,
And labeled me unsound.
They put me in a rubber room,
With chains upon my feet and hands,
They fed me pills to numb the roar,
And to kill my inner man.
The roar seemed to diminish,
I talked to flowers and to trees,
But somewhere along the way,
I lost the real me.
I look forward to my future,
But i really miss my past,
They tell me that im normal now,
Wonder if it will really last.
I remember who i was before,
They came to steal my brain,
Just a man whose heart was shattered,
Trying to deal silently with his pain.
I guess i didnt have the right,
To express my brokeness inside,
But theres no pill or institution,
That will make me run and hide.
I will always remember the good times,
I will treasure moments wrapped in love,
No matter what they think of me,
I'll always give thanks to God above.
I know one day he will rescue me,
And place on me a crown,
And he will wash from me the heartache,
Of the day that i fell down...
Let me write one chapter of my life
A chapter that is free from brokeness
One word built upon another
That foundation word is agape love
Pity that some of the foundations laid remain
Amiss because the most important stone
A foundation stone from above was absent
That rock, brick, or cement block weakened
Nothing solid to hold it together just pile of stones
That is shaky or brick with no morter _ready to crumble
First little tremor or heavy rain and the rock moves
One and then another soon the safety net of home gone
Let the final chapter read the foundation repaired
The home saved looks better today than at anytime
Freshly painted, floors repaired, comes with all modern
Appliances, looks better than when it was built eons ago
(Used some metaphoric language with irregular meter)
"Quicksand"
In the dark shadows of my mind ...
memories ache from love's heartbreak
lost in sweet surrender
fell into the "venus fly trap" of a pretender
swallowed by emotions lake
a volatile earthquake
In the dark shadows of my mind ...
In the misty corridors of my soul ...
scars exist wounded by love's kiss
as passions overflowed
deceived by lying seeds sowed
magnetic charms drawn to false abyss
a fantasy of illusions bliss
In the misty corridors of my soul ...
In the blackened hole of my heart ...
lies destructive band of love's quicksand
a pedestal crumbles; broken
a veil of pain; unspoken
flaming embers slowly fanned
tears cascading in cupped hand
In the blackened hole of my heart ...
*For SKAT'S BROKENESS Contest ...
Now as i weave my poetry, he says to me
"You look good beautiful
From the tips of your fingers to the ends of your nails"
I smile back and continue to my second stanza
I'll give you my beauty for free, i think painfully
If you can erase all my hurt
All my brokeness
For beyond my shellac
There is a tarmac road full of potholes and cracks
And i wish you could see that
I wish you see me that way because am not fully put together
The foundation hides, that which i wish you could love
The eyeliner drives, that which is not there
Read my poems
Read me
Read my pain and then love me
Love it is
Love it will be
Love is what i feel
This is love and
Happiness
I know this isn't love
Love is what i need it to be
Love is what i want this to be
But my heart is like a little child
praying and wishing for it to be...
Love
I'm living a delusion
It's filled with clear skies and beautiful white flowers
It makes me feel invincible
It makes me feel whole
It makes me feel...
Loved
Is it that difficult for me to face the storm?
Is it that difficult for me to face the music?
Or am i just in deep need of feeling love
Maybe I'm just afraid to be alone
To be...
Loveless
I cling onto anything that shows me affection
Creating a pretence for love
My eyes are blinded to the world. No!
I chose to blind myself to...
Reality
It is what it is
Clear skies before the storm
And the storm is here
The grizzling thunder roars that it awakens me from my
delusion
Lightening bolts running through my heart
It falls it into...
Million pieces
And all that i am left with is...
Brokeness...
I am November, the chilling winds
blend with the conditions in my heart
My heart blends with 13 years of not
blending to the conditions very well
I am December, the morning shares
the same blackness as the nights
To which I divert from the light
calling for the morning to prolong its darkness
I am January, 5 days since you first said
my full name without a word being spoken
As my ice dispenses a single drop
unfelt before you appeared in a shadowy halo
I am February, too soon to whisper
three words into your untested by me ears
Though 14 days in, I find comfort there
while you reach for the top shelf of doubt
I am March, uncertainty keeps the ground
wrapped in snow and the lake waits for
Lovers to fall deep into its trap
one in which we barely escape
I am April, change has captured a soul
within the song of a bird that decides
Not to fly but instead make a home
of old leaves and unbloomed flowers
I am May, now into the 5th month
of finding a home, a shelter for brokeness
A hand to be unheld but very much held
in a quiver of complete togetherness
I am June, there is sun...vigorous sun
shining across ponds and glistening into
Conversations of a life to be lived and others
to be brought into our world, our home within us
I am July, I am tired and battered
by the maybes and some days
I am restless in a worn shell
that dreams of being in that lake still
I am August, gardens have given of themselves
and now drift into the acceptance of expiration
There in all that greyness of upcoming death we find
the tethers of a tomorrow bonding our ankles to the bedposts
I am September, how the moments now go do not
will not and can not matter because
I am you and you are me and from this month on
we breathe in the love and only exhale to the Heavens
I am October, I am blessed by the cool air
that rises from an imported breeze
that has taken this heart, the one once frozen
and given it a beat, a hop and always a skip
Redemption
Brings brokeness
Ask for forgivenes
Then comes this change
each of us in broken in some form or fashion
be it external or internal we all have our share and ration
the brokeness that characterizes the particulars in our lives
the brokeness that comes in the guise of daily struggle and strife
twenty-nine families became broken on that fatal day
in that West Virginia mine
the sense of safety of New York City was broken when they found a bomb
in that Square called Times
out-sourcing and down-sizing have broken our economy which is now in disarray
the brokeness of Immigration Reform needs to be fixed right away
oil spills, tornadoes and flash floods have broken some communities and lives
but the brokeness of our souls in the Garden of Eden was healed by Jesus' sacrifice
"Take this bread" Jesus said with thanks as He passed it around
"Eat this bread", it's a symbol of My body so that My spirit of peace in you will be found
"Drink this wine" He said with thanks "It's a symbol of My blood"
"Drink this wine in rememberence" that it's you I'll always love
we've been bruised and abused, we've been mentally and physically harmed
but by the stripes on Jesus we've healed and have made it through life's storms
He was pierced for our transgressions and crushed for our iniquities
His sacrifice, His crucifixion so new mercies we would all come to see
God's grace will always be sufficient to cover every aspect of our lives
God's mercy will always be sufficient as it was for His Son Jesus the Christ
we are broken and blessed now ready to give God all the glory
we are broken and blessed and that will always be our story
Having played hard all day, the dusk now sets in,
A time to re-join with her kith and her kin.
But today she will not be afforded that lot,
For the souls she now dwells with, her family are not.
Skipping through town she finds her delight,
In the form of a window, and a lamp glowing bright.
For a moment the emptiness dons a disguise,
As the warmth it emits, brings light to her eyes.
A light that dispells all the pain and the fear,
And speaks to her heart the words "Love must live here".
Igniting her spirit, evicting the dark,
She's drawn to the glow as a moth to a spark,
A friend most familiar, a lighthouse in part,
Soft beacon of safety, offering peace to her heart.
Is she pined for by those she so yearns for today?
Are their hearts still connected though an ocean away?
The swift years have flown by, two score have now seared,
The dream of the little one since first it appeared.
That an ember of light take it's place in her life,
And drive out the rejection, the fear, and the strife.
She finds herself hopelessly, aimlessly bound,
To a life with no future, a voice with no sound.
Dark closes in on the warm light of day,
The light that once held their rejection at bay.
Having mourned her whole life, for the life she once knew,
Mending pieces of brokeness, to just get her through,
Believing acceptance she one day could own,
Hope now extinguished she yearns to go home.
YLE
To this brokeness of women, the world flopped and flipped out.
How life flawed and tampered the ice of the girlchild!
How green became red images to their eyes is still a misery to our flammable fable eyes:
of happiness gallopping towards sorrow,
We are here to locate the wind that
Caused their pains before they split into Imo and Abia.
How would I tell them of tomorrow unknown?
How would I drive into their thoughts and make a meal of time?
How would I tell them the river in our throats embrace dryness?
How would this earth continue to evolves and envelopes in their palms?
For they are our earth, women is the world!
Life to them is a wet roads with dry leaves...
Our hands have waved pity into their eyes to give solace,
Our legs have walked into their thoughts for glee embraces...
For the girlchild, for the innocent ones;
For those life peeled through their skins,
We have this to say:
We will never allow hunger to walk on the street seeking for you!
We will never allow cruel men come near you,
We will seek for men of goodwill to guide the chest of your virginity.
We'll build a temperament alter of men
That will curse rape that walk in their thought.
This sand you walk on were your mothers who went fighting your course!
Many of them were trapped by evil men whose wealth blinded their eyes...
This is home again, our souls are home for you and your kind to stay and merry.
Looking at this busy sun on the idle cloud, we'll hold violence to ransom,
ransom for breaking you apart,
ransom for holding your innocent mind
Your images on the walls of dangerous men shall be retrieved back...
You will not be like a village defeated by war,
You will not look like an orphan when men like us exist.
You are the water soaked in the eyes of our dreams, dear children,
Make haste to conquer fears and doubts as you pour yourselves into yourselves.
We pray as we fight, you'll not mingle with a wrong men like water and oil.
This is our plead to pleasure your body
to the measurable deep barging silence.
You are golds to the eyes
Your are the gleaming sky...
You are the song in our throats splitting into cities of great wordiators.
To this world, we'll listen to this love notes rendered with a calm voice,
For you're the world itself.
Yours Poetically,
©John Chizoba Vincent.
Don't let those dreams fade into their eyes,
And water their guilty souls to an able pains.
We are the nexus of an abyss of paradoxed war
Return the tooth you took from the lyrics of
The song played to the orphan children.
We need not those dreams to fade into the air,
We need peace among the black tribe in the land
Not a fading dreams but a hope fully fact to come.
Drew a piece in the side of your soul before night,
Make the rhythm of my seasonal sermon echoes.
We are here for the future, take my hands,
Fade those trouble lurking among your eyes,
This land must be lifted high above its height.
Let the york be eased from the sons of men,
Tomorrow holds the fortune of this very soil
When we stand with our hands lifted up.
If the drums are from the ghost of shame,
Let the sky speak of land with no single crime.
If the thunder question today's rain, we'll protest,
The green land of ours must be protected with
the spirit of unity not of war and brokeness.
We are here for all of us, heal Nigeria now!.
©John Chizoba Vincent
I HURT
I HURT SO BAD
I HURT TOO BAD
I HURT REAL DEEP
I HURT FOR REAL
REAL HURT
REAL HURT
DEEP WITHIN
WHERE ONLY I LIVE
INTERNAL
NO ONE LIVES IN ME,BUT ME
AND THAT IS WHERE I HURT
OR MAYBE WHY I HURT
BUT THE HURT IS THERE
LIKE IT'S MADE IT'S HOME THERE
WHERE?
RIGHT DOWN IN MY HEART
A BURNING AGONIZING EXISTENCE OF PAIN
HEARTBREAK
DISSAPOINTMENTS
DISTURBANCES
BROKENESS
REJECTION
ABANDONMENT
SEPERATION
ANXIETY
DOUBT
ALL LIVE THERE
LOVE KNOCKS ON THE DOOR
FEAR ANSWERS
AND SCARES LOVE AWAY
LIKE IT'S CANCER
RUN GET AWAY FROM HERE
GET AWAY FROM ME
I'VE TASTED THEE
I'VE WASTED THEE
FLEE FAR FROM ME
DEFENSES
BUILD FENCES
PAIN BRINGS MORE RAIN
LIES BRINGS MORE CRIES
REJECTION BRINGS FALSE PROTECTION
ISOLATIION BRINGS REVELATION OF THE DEMONIZATION THAT CAN ACT OUT REJECTION BEHAVIOR IMITATION
LIFE IS HOLLOW
WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A LAUGH TO BORROW
BURIED IN SORROW
NOR LOOKING FORWARD TO TOMMOROW
OUCH LIFE
YOU SHOULD'VE GAVE ME A WARNING
METEROLIGST EVEN GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO GET AN UMBERELLA
THE RAIN IS COMING
BUT I DIGRESS THIS MESS
AND VISUALIZE AN S ON MY CHEST
NO IM NOT SUPER BUT I HAVE A SAVIOUR
ONE WHO WAS BORN IN A MANGER
HE IS NO STRANGER
AND I SHOULD ALWAYS REMIND MYSELF OF HIS PRESENCE
IF I FEEL I AM IN DANGER
BUT OUCH THIS CAN REALLY HURT
JUST LET THE TEARS FALL DOWN MY FACE
AS THEY WET UP MY SHIRT
NO ONE IS PERFECT
SO WHY SHOULD I STRIVE FOR THE IMPOSSIBLE?
MAYBE I THINK TO MUCH WITH MY HEART AND SHOULD JUST SETTLE FOR BEING
MENTALLY PHILOSOPHICAL
I'LL TRADE MY WORRY FOR TRUST
I'LL TRADE MY FEAR FOR LOVE
I'LL PUT MY HEAD ON MY PILLOW
AND CAST MY CARES TO GOD ABOVE.
I HAVE NO OTHER SOLUTION.
Laying on this floor,my cheeks pressed hard against the cold cement,..vivid memories of my
fall. But what would i prefer,this cold floor or the dizzyng heights from which i stumbled? My
nerves ache and in my ears rings my heart beat,louder at each thought.. But akwardly i do
find solace on this cold hard cement,its physicality and harshness comfort me,atleast its
tangible or maybe atleast i can feel its lasting presence. Actualy i could lay here for a
while.,in this state of limbo..drifting between thoughts,basking in my brokeness,comforting
my paranoia. Maybe here my the kami of my rebirth will find me.
This is not my life unwritten
this is brokeness re-writen
this is Him and this is His
This is where my will is futility
to trade in my sins for imortality
where there's no brutality
where souls gain totality
But for now, just for now,
this is Him and this is His
This, His hand, writes out comands
but not to forcibly to demand.
This is to teach...
this is to preach...
this is His will straight from above...
this is to save a lowly knave.
What sweeter wine upon to dine,
than that's my Saviour King's design?
And when He wrote, He wrote for me
He wrote for us.
He wrote for all.
He wrote so He could let me see,
the'ternal promise He softly murmurs
in every page he ever wrote.
With precision
he saw my vision.
He made it life,
on this I thrive.