Best Heartbreaking Poems
She is silent & she plays
Mostly she has books before her face
She rarely come to me
& ran away as fast as she could
I know her since her childhood
She is my Lil girl
& I'm an old mirror of her room
One day she came to me
Having beautiful smile
& gleaming eyes
Singing romantic songs & flying
As if she isn't watching mirror
Like she is playing lead role in her favorite fairy tale
I felt her crazy & myself amazed
'cause I realized
My Lil girl who is actually shy
Fall in love with a guy
One day she came to me
With wetty eyes, throat filled
Uninterested in everything
Ist time focusing her face & thinking
As if she isn't watching a mirror
Like she is a cop beating herself, arresting someoneelse
I felt sad & she was depressed
Then I realized
My Lil girl, so lovely
Failed & Fooled in love, badly
One day she came to me
Pushed her eyebrows up
Brought leader's smile on her face
One hand up & delicately waved
As if she isn't watching a mirror
Like she is addressing the whole world through me
I felt proud, she looks great
& finally I realized
My Lil girl unknowingly
Just growing up slowly... &...slowly
"U.S Attacked: Hijacked Jets Destroy Twin Towers And Hit Pentagon In Day Of Terror," The New York Times
even if it works like clockwork, it can still break.
shattered worlds petrified passerby,
People as hungry as bears, for explanations.
What does this mean?
What is next?
Why us?
"Wall Street Crash!" The London Herald
the world plunged out of its tranquil decade
into a worldwide depression.
affluent people became the precariat
The working class fell deeper into the umbrae
Poverty was the new normal.
"Martin King Shot To Death: Gunned Down In Memphis," Daily News
An icon in civil rights, Baptist minister, incredible father
not accepting the tragedy was many forms of mourning
The mystery of "Will equality ever exist?" still stood
he still had a dream.
all hope isn't lost if carried on through ideology.
Crossroad
It's funny how this has turned out.
I use to get flustered when you're around.
Frantic beating of my heart.
Crazy change of my mood.
Now I realise that as much as I love you, I got to let go.
You're just not worth it.
You don't want my love.
Yet I gave you everything I got to offer.
I am a proud feminist that lost everything I believed in.
Funny when I have conversations i am told I don't need a man.
But did I ing need you.
Even superwoman sometimes needs a superman soul.
I thought it was a myth when I am told fall in love and watch how you lose your self respect.
But I proved it right.
Loving you was too much work.
No certainty about my place.
You made me question everything right I ever knew.
I learned as much as holding on is okay, letting go is bliss.
Toxic love is all fun and games until it has eaten every part of you and there's nothing left.
This is our crossroad.
I guess it was a competition between Heathcliff and Cathy and us.
Romeo and Juliet was magical;
But I choose Hermia and Lysander, Mr Dacy and Elizabeth.
I guess it too much to ask for.
I'll cut my losses and wait for my joker.
I know he'll be everything good and bad.
His weird will match mine.
I will have my place with him.
No questions asked.
Over hundred fifty years ago, the Italian nation was
divided, the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies
was more prosperous than the North, peoples lived in accord;
envious eyes looked down and saw a harmonious world
and drew a plan to steal all of the gold...
folks who worked in factories and on farms
made their happy land prosper by opening their generous arms.
When the Thousands Men liberated
the South from the Bourbons things drastically changed;
King Emmanuel II met with with Garibaldi
by the Volturno river and shoke hands...Italy
was finally unified under the same flag!
Thanks to the peasants, the scoundrels and the artisans,
who took up arms against the Bourbon King,
but little they knew that the King of the North
had deceived them into many false liberties...
all the wealth they accrued was taken North,
leaving desolation, suffering and poverty behind...
this is how they treated their southern brothers!
Should there be a grudge against the young Northerners?
Their Forefather was the evil one who snatched all with stealth;
now, they prosper and look us down as lazy bums...
they have forgotten that civilization started here!
Naples was the center of music and literature besides her wealth;
artists and composers came and some dwelled here!
The South will rise again, and will know new glory:
southern brothers, let's get rid of crime: the undefeatable enemy
whose incurable plague prevents all progress!
Southern brothers, let's clean our land of the mobsters who despise God;
think of the martyrs who preached the Gospel to the pagans
in these very lands that Heaven has blessed, but violent men have defiled!
Written on 2/10/2016
challenges in life
positivity wins race
music fulfills soul
Holly bragged to be awesome singer
fans believed she should be the winner
until joined acclaimed contest,
she tried to perform her best
heartbroken~ trophy eluded her.
playing harp with soft delicate fingers Holly's music came alive
January 21, 2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Syllables checked by HMS.com
SECOND PLACE
I left the convenience store with a bag of cashews,
which I munched on my walk home.
I came upon a squirrel foraging
among the birds on the ground all alone.
I tossed a cashew this squirrel's way,
and the squirrel pounced on it right away.
I tossed it another and then another one,
and that's where this story takes a terrible turn,
teaching me one of the hardest lessons I ever learned.
Out from nowhere a hawk pounced on him.
The poor little squirrel didn't even have time to scream.
The hawk had mercifully killed it instantly.
My selfishness in wanting to get closer
to this adorable little critter of nature,
caused its' unfortunate early departure.
Had I stayed out of the picture and not distracted him,
with my very delectable and very easy food source item,
the squirrel would have been much more aware of its surroundings,
and most likely would have noticed the hawk
long before the hawk had even seen him.
That day and the days after I spent in a deep depression.
This moment of clarity was a very heartbreaking lesson.
It's best to just leave Mother Nature alone to do her thing.
Bad things inevitably can and will happen with humans interfering,
no matter how good may be their intentions.
Something Seemingly Insignificant and Unexpected Changed My Life Contest
08/20/2016
"Praise ye the LORD. O give thanks unto the LORD; for he is good: for his mercy endureth for ever." Psalm 106:1 of the King James Bible*
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
oh, gloomy tidings --- verily heart breaking news
I was confronted with, more than a decade ago
announced by a pediatrician neurologist.
“… Retrogression…”
every day, I kept defying said medical prophecy
not that I was in denial of our special child’s condition
but was anxious his infantile spasm epilepsy would be fatal.
“… Toward retrogression…”
such reverberated, intensifying my angst
every time I beheld his restlessness
propelling his fatigue before going to sleep.
“… Progress toward retrogression…”
yes, I questioned diagnosis with mixed emotions
as fear swelled over courage, striving to prevail
yet, faith in God surmounted my motherly qualms.
“… Will progress toward retrogression…”
nonetheless, the Lord with His miraculous mercy and might
worked along our loving nurture midst supplication-filled care
in the orphanage that serves as his home and family.
“He will progress toward retrogression…”
that was then (2010); and so saddening
since the doctor whose assertion is now being nullified, died (in 2018)---
could not behold and rejoice for our child’s development.
Today, our son is showing remarkable progress
marked with gratefulness, peace, and joy
while in sign language he prays and worships---
---expressing that the Almighty is good*.
February 6, 2021
3rd place, "A Meaningful Poem" Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 3/26/2021.
Walking a tight rope without an umbrella
feet unsure of the next steps to take
heart heavy, mind uneasy, can't look down
equilibrium off kilter, yet still watching ahead
focusing on you alone, selfishness set aside
as days with you dwindle before our eyes
Tears must flow in our private darkness
anxiety we set aside in your presence
smiles in place, presenting a happy face
wanting always, no more or no less than
what we believe is best for you, our father
as days with you dwindle before our eyes
Grieving for you while in your presence
a luxury we dare not bring to the foreground
decisions on what is right and wrong
overloading our senses with the magnitude
of what lies ahead, daily now.. saying our goodbyes
as days with you dwindle before our eyes
Second guessing decisions causing pain
struggling with what we perceive is best
trying to place ourselves in your shoes
knowing you can no longer reason choice
we place your life before the Great Physician
as days with you dwindle before our eyes
A stray chocolate Weimaraner
On the left side of the road
Scooped up, yet lovingly licking a face
Whimpering in pain, yet wagging its tail
Poor thing's been struck
By a car. And it looks...bad.
Date: 07/18/2019
Acid, flowing rapidly
a Niagara down my cheeks
brushed away quickly.
The clock on the wall un-moving
reading four fifty- two
stopped there to keep the fall flowing
to keep me from forgetting
since forgeting would hurt more than the memories.
April 5, 2002, 4/5/02, 4:52
The clock stopped ticking, stopped ticking away,
the ticking stopped, it had to, it sounded so much like...
April 5, 2002, heartbroken, heartbreaking
but faithfully
I will wait for you.
There's something in Billie Holiday's voice
and sad searching eyes, it cuts...
through the core my soul!
Date written: 01/22/2021
My heart is breaking in a million pieces.
Why did you have to shatter it to bits?
Were you just marking your time or
Are you actually willing to call it quits?
I feel like my flesh has been ripped
From my very bones, and all the while,
You are acting as if nothing has happened.
My face shows nothing, not even a smile.
My world is collapsing all around me,
And you sit over there uttering not a peep.
Am I supposed to forget all our years together?
Or this nonchalant facade must I upkeep?
Do you even hurt? Are you wounded?
Are you incapable of simply feeling?
You broke my walls down a long ago
And made me believe I was worthy of healing.
Now, I just want to scream and wail.
I want to rip my heart out of my chest
And give it to you to take on your way,
As you forget what has transgressed.
I knew there was something amiss,
Yet you let go and gave me your bombshell.
Your confession was not what I was expecting,
And once again I am in an agonizing hell!
Why so cool? Do I not matter?
Of love, are you even capable?
Am I such an awful wife, that
You made this agony inescapable?
I do not want to give up us,
I want to know what you disparage.
Are we over? Truly and utterly done?
Do you want to save and salvage this marriage?
© Kristy De La Keur Scoville
A family of whales swam on the beach.
Tasmanians watched twenty-two soon die.
Beside the waters sperm whales found their grave.
How did they find their death, oh, gloomy day?
Some people saw four swim upon the sand.
Few lives were saved; those left must now be sad.
Two mammals swim deep waters, more alone.
© November 14, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Imagine your heart
Your heart being ripped from your chest
The pain is so great you cannot rest
Consumed by fear you never forget
Never forget when we first met
I want you to know that I will never forget you
My first true love I want to thank you
I just want to say one more thing
When I say it I am true
I love you...
It seems my thoughts have been
buzzing a long my skin,
a hollow being filled
with a sense of connection I had
fought for too long.
For being too much-
not enough-
always an in between within my own
conflict.
I have held hands with that inky blackness
that resides a side from my soul,
and I comfort it, I never push it away-
how could I?
Who would I be without it?
Nevertheless, it's tendrils swirl along my
cosmic essence and they blend,
into everything and nothing-
they sway me into seeing your gentle nature.
An aperture in my vision that was reserved for only you.
Your love that is so gentle it reminds
me of the cradling of a wary mother's arms around me,
a father's want to be present,
you remind me of a child who was left behind.
For that-
my love extends beyond being.
More than me,
more than I could be.
Is it deserved?
I'm not entirely sure but now,
I understand I was supposed to show you
something away from your previous existence.
and I hope the fire greets you as it did me;
burning and caressing.