Best Heartache Poems
Now I lay me down to sleep
In my home that's really sweet
Had three large meals and a snack
There wasn't a hint of any lack
Comfortable shoes and clothes that fit
My heart's desires my money can get
Friends and family know my name
So many opportunities it's just insane
Doctors and dentists, heat and air
A hope and a future.. No despair
Little chance I'll die before I wake
But if I do, my soul God will take.
But the homeless orphan goes to sleep
His unbathed body on a filthy street
Sold himself today to get a meal
From a slimy stranger with a dollar bill
No life, no skills, no future, no hope
No family, no friends, no heat, no coat
No shelter, no job, no doctor, no care
No money, no support, no help anywhere
Despair and neglect, a fight to survive
A shell of a child more dead than alive
And if this orphan dies before he wakes
Will he know my God his soul to take?
~Lyric Man
Note: Just returned from two weeks in Africa. I’ve seen the most amazing and the most tragic sights. This poem/prayer is a contrast of a typical western lifestyle to that of a fatherless orphan.
PS-I’ve basically been without internet for the past two weeks and have missed reading your poetic works. May you and I never take take for granted all the blessings that we have been afforded!
Maples shed their trembling leaves,
the scorch of daylight dies and evening drips
in pools of reddish hue as I bereave the absence
of my heart's desire with saddened, love-lorn lips.
Happiness, a blessing never to be felt again,
slipping from my memory, as distant as the moon;
'neath cloudless skies I roam for miles to look for rain
in search of solace, for my spirit's sorely hewn.
Her gleaming beauty doth illuminate the night,
sets flares to shame, outshines the blushing rose.
I'd trade my soul and halt the oceans in their flight
if only she'd forgive me, put an end to all my woes.
Dusk shone lavender toned skies upon the mountain field
where scattered trees with wizened limbs were steeled to ground.
High grass tickled their small legs while they giggled and ran.
Intoxicated by freedom from rules and the summon of fireflies,
they were four cousins with jars on a lark never known before.
All under nine but two would wake the morn to lifelong heartache.
The maple leaf of autumn is now crisp crimson,
shortly ere sun-bronzed skin simmered lumened
I indulge with the saddened left behind to wither,
these not listful ears awaiting beckoning me hither
Hours freeze, minutes in tow, the world halts,
when pains chronic symptoms claim free of faults
Suspended in time lingering in liminal limbo,
indefinite neglect being its sanctified symbol
Decline is a beginning I politely pick up the pieces,
within my confines the endless summer ceases
As a recurring familiarity in the distant breaches
shadows sweep at dusk attaching as leeches,
feeding on a sueded soul, voiding bruised veins,
hallow numbness in my chest is all that remains
Love weeps salt tears brined with both joy and sorrow,
fasting with false hopes macerating raw tomorrows
Ache tests how much weight my heart can hold,
I’d glide into the dolostone matrix, I’d break the mold
What is shared binds two souls along with betrayal,
and only feeds this fervor, savior this is where I fail
Arrows dart freeing these eyes of debited desire,
through a heart, a flame that had once felt fire,
suffering knows that I and I only hold love blame,
at a time when two accomplices felt the same
A brief breeze during a feverish Roman August
foolish pride thwarted lost, what won, writhes lust,
whys are worn, days don’t pass, nights don’t end
Sextilis its name should’ve kept, allotting to transcend,
moods madness ‘neath moon’s tortuous tattletale’s
of September’s blighted face flurrying gust strewn gales
I now stand in a place of my own crowned in pearled onyx,
reborn upon the highest thrown, I drink fortitude’s tonic,
'till September’s sapphire emanates from melancholia,
here you come again, shattered dreams laden with insomnia
Young and naive from a distance her heart leaped to its highest peak
On his terrace he'd sit lips utter words if the pages could speak
Her eyes showed ruby red as held flooding tears, so very weak
Quiet and steady she kept silent cries to touch his naked cheeks
secrets from afar
immune to the world around
enslaved hopes of love
Under shadow of garden trees among a gallery of crimson azaleas, she strolls
Portrait of beauty at my fingertips, to caress her goodness, oh so slow
She flees when stealing a look upon her; does one follow or just let go?
Burying thoughts in a book and just glance down to see her beautiful glow
silent eyes wander
stroll alongside hand in hand
heartache pages turned
2/16/2017
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three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious
beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice
as canines erupt, she moans from the ache
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
speedily advancing in substantial strength
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
a significant stepping stone approaches
as a capable kindergarten adult
she wiggles loose her first baby tooth
receives a rich reward from a fantasy fairy
more teeth disappear like pressed piano keys
then return acutely out of tune
braces displace awkward half grins
an investment of finances and adolescence
unstoppable with seducing sweets
she sneaks cuddly candy under covers
falling asleep with sugar plum dreams
not counting a few costly cavities
free-spirited, experimental teen
meets Christina on the street
samples compelling quartz crystal
returns for seconds, as someone else disguised
mesmerized by mishmash sounds
that her astounding mouth can make
speedily advancing in substantial strength
she lucently levitates to a loftier place
a magnificent mind babbles assertively
sweeping the streets of pixie dust
no need to eat or sleep
like a firefly in heat, she dances frantically
teeter-tottering restless to repress pain
distracted by oblivious destructiveness
she visualizes voices that vivify the way
to the day's salacious survival guide
prismic vision's shimmers no longer satisfy
cotton candy granules' sweetness subsides
coming down from kaleidoscopic clouds
half-awake, she moans from the ache
shrill shrieks portray poetry's unspoken pain
death's drab projection is her heartless reflection
hocking heirlooms to trade for a transient thrill
a despondent inhabitant of tragedy
creepy crawlers invade every inch of skin
her thin figure balances a skull's shadow
irretrievable, ill-treated teeth crumble
like the city's plundered storefront windows
filthy, for granted, forlorn, fast-fading
...three feeble canine teeth remain
10-8-2023
I was drawn to her in temporal depth of night,
glancing her way in beams of harvested light
But in mourning her, I wept behind shrouds,
concealed by a hovering bank of sullen clouds
She'd danced for me in a green ruffled gown
Her supple skin changed to russet then brown
How she teased me from the height of her haven
So fetching, she'd aroused the caw of a raven.
Though love was too brief, merely one season,
my ageless vision had been ripened by reason
I watched as she fell prey to a merciless wind
and cursed it in anger as though it had sinned
I'd flail the slayer of my adored one's demise
but I can't bridle the wind, racing through skies
She was stolen from me by another's touch
Stripped from limb and held captive in his clutch
I cried softly when night finally faded away,
forfeited my will and the power to hold sway
My tears mingled with each crystalline snowflake
Stars never knew the breadth of my heartache
A fleecy white blanket has mantled her tree
I'll imagine she's there sleeping, thinking of me
And when in Spring she awakens once more,
from aloft I'll beam at her, rekindling our rapport
Chilly the knife shredding me torn.
In soft grass I lay odd pieces
of my new wound, bloody from scorn
and wrath as pushed in my creases.
I sent harmony into flight
to secure love’s peaceful, prime feel,
but rage launched and eclipsed my light.
My heartache carved deep its reveal.
Sorrow shockingly spilled my grief
when I fell on your bitterness.
Now downed by joy’s ignorant thief,
I sad fold in grass tenderness.
Striving for life in Pleasantville,
I blindly bit regret’s whole pill.
My heart has been broken, shattered like glass
My soul misguided, led from its path
Each new lesson becomes harder to learn
Love is a flame of fire, stand too close, and you’ll get burned
The doors that free me, emotionally, they remain closed
You can find me in the garden of the wilted rose.
Each petal is a memory slowly fading to black
The pain inside constantly reminds me where she’s at
Just a single thought wages a war in my mind
Heartache has been among us since the dawn of time
©2/18/11
Between happiness and heartache
We search for higher ground
As we travel the peaks and valleys
Trying to save the love we've found
Build bridges over troubled waters
Carelessly burning a few
Following our map of dreams
Rest on ridges to enjoy the view
We try to avoid the slippery slopes
But occasionally roll the dice
Betting our fears and chancing our hope
Not to cover the same ground twice
We use our conscience, for a compass
Our hearts for compromise
If we share a bond of mutual trust
In the end our love will survive
an original poem by the "Poemdog" Daniel Turner
The tears path defines the time of sorrows end,
A time where alone has a new beginning,
The watery stain across the flesh of her cheek,
Her strength, knowing her heart can falter,
A small breath, a tiny step, a smile,
There is path ahead to follow,
Life - an unknown joy awaits a moment away,
Forward is the time, without the wallow,
Take the guided hand that dances along the breeze,
For there is only a peace, and the loss will sway,
But the love within burns bright, a beauty left to stay.
03.11.2018
On a voyage of heartache, through one window I see,
the fading sun dancing on waters so deep.
Mile be mile, my destination is clear,
in my heart, I wonder if I am sailing on tears.
The only sound to be heard are the lonely filled waves,
lost voices of loves from watery graves.
So alluring it is, but so cruel it can be,
the souls of so many concealed by the sea.
As the darkness takes hold, the colder it gets,
and like the tormented before, I am filled with regrets.
Regrets for the tears, and the dreams I surrendered,
behind the wake, her pain I remember.
On a cruise of loss, here I am chained,
in the eyes of others, the sorrow is the same.
On a voyage of heartache, through one window I see,
another soul slowly sinking, tossed over by me.
Tell me why doe’s the wind blow,
When it seems that almost anything can over power this boat,
The waves rise slowly and surely a storm is on its way,
A day of innocence equating beauty,
For tomorrow may fall,
And today is already gone,
I've decided that tonight is the night,
That I set love aside,
This whole time we're provoking each other in a blinding violence,
The ship rocked and I plummeted into the sea,
And you dove after me,
But now you know that I’m cold,
The mast snaps and the ship floods,
We wash up on a shore and you seek us shelter,
Crying out my name you try to resuscitate me,
Keep your hands on my chest and wait for a beat,
I'll keep your trust in my arms and pain in my feet
We will all fall in the end.
As the time to rise approaches
No one will take responsibility
So tell me why does the wind blow?
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In this poem i give credit to 4 bands
for assisting me with the words
I could not find.
1.Our Last Night
2.As I Lay Dying
3.Dance Gavin Dance
4.As Blood Runs Black
I Hope you enjoyed it
The shell of my heart has been broken, shattered like glass
My soul misguided, manipulated from it's path
Each new lesson becomes so much harder to learn
Love is a Flame of Fire, stand too close and you'll get burned
The doors that free me, emotionally they remain closed
You can find me in the garden of the wilted rose
Each petal is a memory slowly fading to black
The pain inside constantly reminds me where you're at
A single thought wages a war in my mind
Heartache has been here since the dawn of time!
My love can never be expressed,
My heart can never be at rest.
I long to see his beloved face.
Yet, in his life I have no place.
I did not chose the when or where
Or the lonely days that I must bear.
But treasure I this tender ache….
To give completely, for love’s sake.