Best Brokenly Poems
Frightened and tired
his eyes stare into the distance
as he once again faces reality
in the ghastly fate that dealt its lot.
Beads of sweat fall down like stars;
like the storm pounding outside his window.
This is the dawn he rises to every morning.
I take hold of his frail hand beckoning tenderness
as one would a knife to the chest.
Yet his weak smile defies the eminent death
threatening to consume him.
He turns his gaze upon my eyes…
It won’t be long now…
The shadows lurk in his mind,
but he glimpses a tear slipping from my cheeks
and says, “No regrets. No hate. No fear.
It’s time to wake up, slumbering one.
The day is here.”
I manage a sorrowful smile
and reply, “Your heart has already won,
my brave one.” As he lies back once more,
the soft beeps counting down his final few breaths slow.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” he dreamily asks.
Leaning closer, I inquire, “Who?”
“The angels are singing.” he sighs.
As the green line finally stretches to a flat horizon,
I whisper brokenly to the rain, “Shhhh.”…
“ He is sleeping.”
*(A tribute to children that have lost the fight against cancer.)
Sigh # 14
She said there’s beauty in the ashes of our fire
And if I didn't see the truth, I would be a liar
But I’m stuck inside the embers of this love
While she is outside the fire watching it burn
When the moon gleams and she is alone
She doesn't wait for me to come home
I've known I’m not the only one she thinks of
And I brokenly wait for her thoughts to turn
While she roams wondering when I will learn
She poured me wine and uninvited me from her bed
Saying she regretted the three words she’d once said
I tried to take her back to where our seed once grew
Well some things never change and some things do
I’m still struggling with memories of what’s true
Where the trees once stood grown and tall
She just stands there watching them fall
With water in one hand and a chainsaw in the other
She pushes me out of her warm nest and into the flock
How can I keep sitting here? How can our time still be?
When it seems so hard for her to even smile at me?
She can’t help but drift from our bed to another
No matter which hand is where on the last clock
Eventually time will teach me to stand and to walk
She poured me wine and uninvited me from her bed
Saying she regretted the three words she’d once said
Where am I supposed to go what am I to do,
If to me she is right and to her I’m old news?
I’m still suffocating from these breathless blues
And I will write about the sighs that I choose
Lil white flakes falling to the ground,
Covering the dead roses all around.
Healing the wounds left by your knife,
Salvation for the poor, mourning girl's life.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
She kneels beside an old gravestone,
Remembering the skies her heart had flown.
Now that heart lies broken,
As she cries over your love token.
Petals fall like dust from a forsaken angel's wings;
Beautiful like the song that my heart still brokenly sings.
Her beauty was envied by maidens in her town,
She sparkles like a diamond on her purest charm.
Her scent is like a honeysuckle stings on every man.
No one can replace the sweetness of her smile.
But beneath her glance is a broken flesh,
Torn memories happened when she was six.
She was molested by the hands of a beast.
Her future was brokenly impaired.
Time ran fast,she has bloomed to her finest.
A heart that's gold picked her up to a garden.
Trying to restore the broken pieces of her soul.
Her wounds have healed,a beautiful scar left alone.
She is a woman transformed in kintsukuroi hands.
A sense of vitality and resilience covered her soul.
She'd been broken but fixed with love and devotion.
She is shining like a nickled amorphous vial.
Walking in the aisle,her man is waiting for a vow.
01.06.2014
Fingers tremble in the air and my sight is vision caught:
A lifeline stretch’s winding as the river deep,
It’s all an invisible net begins in my heart.
That’s me standing with an outstretched hand.
And you’re standing right in front of me,
Your trembling hand is almost touching mine.
We have lost the count of the days, all we do is waiting.
Look each other’s eyes with a brokenly feelings,
All we wish is to get that no one’s want to give.
And I fell; oh I feel all that ocean of yours
All your dreams and your thoughts,
The whole world that you carrying.
I saw it in your eyes you told me with no words,
An autumn nature slowly died
And only moon’s our silent witness.
Not even night could cover with the shadows those treasure.
I’m dying; I am slowly dying,
So desperately drown in the void.
Please help me you fill me with essence pure
That flows with songs of your heart.
But our tragedy’s hard to imagine
Because all that you want is the same.
Year’s passing by but you’re waiting the same sweet essence from me.
After all these years we're still remain.
In love with each other day by day.
Ups and downs have came in our way.
Storm and chaos we both regain.
So many pieces of brokenheart.
We still gather and make them intact.
We almost lost the love we'd found.
thought that will find it to somebody's arms.
But thank you for the broken heart.
Thank you for the pain and scars.
Those are the reason why I survive.
You're still the meaning of this life.
Call me crazy ,call me blind.
Shoot the bullet,hit my heart.
No one can tell me, I'm a masochist.
I am in love, a feeling I can't resist.
If this is wrong,I'm willing to risk.
'Cause love can't always be perfect.
No matter how many times we fall.
It's still you and me after all.
Oh, I do hope that she goes along with me
In the woods, by the waves of the insane one
Maybe she will venture beyond brokenly
And maybe over the darkness and be gone
Perchance she’ll see me, exactly as I am
Man who’s devoted to taking the exam
Not just in lust, but with romance at all sides
We will be in love, passion we will abide
Russell Sivey
We met on the battlefield with a closed heart and open mind
Like a solider charging into battle we moved in totally blind
We commanded our passions our fears and our doubt
Winning or losing the contest is what its all about
When the conflict is over when push comes to shove
Which side will prevail in this war of love
We had a plan for this endearing battle
But we were both strong and our nerves did not rattle
You moved your feelings like pawns in a game
I fell for them and I’d never be the same
When the conflict is over when push comes to shove
Which side will prevail in this war of love
Both sides were affected in the first skirmish
With some overpowering hugs and a damaging kiss
We were both heart brokenly wounded but we wanted more
We counted the casualties and kept a close score
When the conflict is over when push comes to shove
Which side will prevail in this war of love
The struggle is over and we know our true desire
We stopped the attack and called for a cease fire
We signed a peace treaty and struck a bargain
Now were allies of love and I call you my best friend
Scarred eyes dulled from life's promises,
brokenly stare lost within sorrows clasp.
Deep stirring down in the darkness of sin,
seeded insanity takes hold.
Breaking through flesh,
tearing the surface desperate release.
The branches of misery ,
made from the bones of the weak,
etched in stark agony of every scream.
Piercing through fragile skin,
caressing curved beauty ,
darkness breaks free from within.
Embracing lovingly,
blood floods surfacing,
forever bound ,
to flow unheeded.
A red rose with thorny stem
In a pot above table
Suddenly falls brokenly.
However, saved by a man
Its beauty regained anew
Gifted to a lady love.
Vast expanses of landscape
brokenly glimpsed
through darkened glass,
imposed behind the spectre
of my facial reflection;
out there in the wilderness
truth burns like a beacon,
faith sears like a branding iron,
history seethes in the rocks.
I see the galloping dead,
headless horsemen atop
lathered steeds,
pinion the malformed past
with their ghost weaponry;
feathers and buckskin trails,
displaced speed lines
beside the forked tongues
of endless highways leading
to the self-same deadening tomorrows.
I walk across the rugged and yet smooth jaw line, that becomes a trail in the
desert,
Smooth, yet under my feet your hair gently touches me, and I giggle at the mere
touch,
Dare I to compare your straight nose to a bridge that brings me that much closer
to your eyes,
Thick, and elegant eyebrows that protect and deceive the beauty of your eyes, I
trace it too,
And then the twin pools of deep, deep ice, cold, but yet it holds so much warmth.
I fall into them, and smile, to remember that I must swim the currents,
And so I do, only to retrace your face time again, with my touch, with my mind,
Yet, I cannot without seeing the other, the face of a sister, a sister that shares
your eyes,
Your smile,
Your lips.
Your so different, yet I see the similarities and realize that I cannot love you in only
one way,
Not brokenly, fragmentally…
Only completely, and fully,
So I must travel the face of your twin, a different terrain that is so foreign to me, yet
so familiar,
I trace and be glad.
The faces are one and the same yet different,
Turn towards me and let me see,
Male and female, I understand,
I trace, trace, the face of smooth skin, of smooth, yet rough jaw line, the fine
eyebrows, and the deep, deep, ice, cold,
With twins of twins,
I trace.
Form:
I stand here silent there before you…. your tears, they mean nothing to me….
It seems as though you fear me…taking your life…?
Your life is so small and insignificant, it holds no meaning at all….
You soul is so corrupt, I want to cry at the beauty of it….
You have fallen into the despair of anger, and you have murdered someone
dear….
It sleeps dormant inside me, and as I wake it slows fades and rides away to
become lost….
Like a lullaby sung long ago it repeats brokenly….
Just like me, it is hollow….
I can’t wait until this suffocating pulse can be released….
And no one remembers your slowly fading memory….
This heart beat imitates life….
They seemed so dark and it held no gleam….
And yet, I had watched you and felt the stinging of water behind my eyes….
And when my lips touch yours slowly….
I realize I want to save you….
So I will slowly raise you up with me, into the cold arms, and warm fingers of my
heart….
So leave you’re last lullaby behind as you’re good-bye, and watch as I cry….
Form:
Sonnet: The Ruins of Balaclava
by Adam Mickiewicz (1798-1855)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Oh, barren Crimean land, these dreary shades
of castles?once your indisputable pride?
are now where ghostly owls and lizards hide
as blackguards arm themselves for nightly raids.
Carved into marble, regal boasts were made!
Brave words on burnished armor, gilt-applied!
Now shattered splendors long since cast aside
beside the dead here also brokenly laid.
The ancient Greeks set shimmering marble here.
The Romans drove wild Mongol hordes to flight.
The Mussulman prayed eastward, day and night.
Now owls and dark-winged vultures watch and leer
as strange black banners, flapping overhead,
mark where the past piles high its nameless dead.
Adam Bernard Mickiewicz (1798-1855) is widely regarded as Poland’s greatest poet and as the national poet of Poland, Lithuania and Belarus. He was also a dramatist, essayist, publicist, translator, professor and political activist. As a principal figure in Polish Romanticism, Mickiewicz has been compared to Byron and Goethe. Keywords/Tags: Mickiewicz, Poland, Polish, Balaclava, Crimea, war, warfare, castle, castles, knight, knights, armor, Greeks, Rome, Romans, Mongols, Mussulman, Muslims, death, destruction, ruin, ruins, romantic, romanticism, sonnet, depression, sorrow, grave, violence
Sometime
In the willowy fingers of night
Reason shudders and escapes
Once immeshed in its' own intensity
Becomes
Bleached and pallid
Like moonbeams on the sea
Wave upon wave
Thought upon thought
After all the posturing
Bravado
Sinks brokenly into
Desperation
Until dawn beckons