Best Heartrending Poems
Life…………………….
Its mysteries
Its wonders
Babies born
Everyday
Thieves
Criminals
New friends
New enemies
Adults pushing their
Dreams
Threw their
Children
Too many
gangs
Not enough people
2 b their victims
Aids, STDS, too many
Things that can kill humans
TOO many
So many controlling
People when will they learn
Selfish, greedy, kind, considerate
Isolated, content , heartrending, mad ,hopeless
Wanting better
Wishing dead
Wanting a 2nd chance
Behind bars 5-life
Cut off from life
Not 1 family member
2 go 2
Make a mistake
Run 2 your rich father
Or mother
Not having a care in the world
So dim –witted 2 drop
Out of school
At the age 10
Wats is left of your life
U have no education to persuade your dream
Stuck can’t even get a job at Burger King
U have so much knowledge but
Wat do u do with it nothing
Making not even minimum wage
Not enough 2 support your family
So burned in the head
Give your baby up for adoption
Leave your baby with a hole in their heart
Giving up not accomplishing
Not enough strength 2 keep on
U just need an extra push, faith
Learning 2 4give &4get
Swearing to your self u will never
4give or 4get
Hating that they left u with contempt
Promising u will never cry
Nor put your head down &give up
Life can mean so many things
But it is the eyes u see it threw
Categories:
heartrending, confusion, life, baby, education,
Form:
The sky turned stygian grey, violent winds blew.
From above, tears of liquid grief poured down.
Flood waters rose, pressure got built under the soil.
The earth erupted with rocks and buildings,
Coming down with a deadening sound, not once
But thrice in the wee hours of the night.
After the day’s hard toil, those who lay down to sleep,
Were swept away without a moment’s notice.
Two populous villages with hundreds of houses,
And public buildings vanished out of sight in seconds!
A landslide of horrendous magnitude came,
Shrieking like a fiendish banshee....
Sweeping away habitations and the belongings.
In the place of lush green vegetation and towering trees,
Nothing remains but a heap of rocks, stones and debris.
Their voices are forever stilled, their dreams, shattered,
Those who survived the tragedy face the greatest trauma.
With sobbing hearts and a vacant stare, they search,
For the dear ones missing, a grief hard to bear.
The sight of pet dogs sniffing for their masters
Under the slush and debris is so heartrending!
***** ***** ***** ****** *****
After two days, the pouring rain stopped, the sky became clear
Now the earth lies in dreadful silence like a graveyard.
The rubble lies heaped where homes and buildings once stood
Help is pouring in from all quarters of the country.
The initial shock has begun to wear away as reality has set in.
The dreadful numbness gives way as grief takes hold
People sober up from the initial shock and get ready
To have a foothold, knowing well that long nights are ahead.
Reeling minds with no balance, now regain some equilibrium.
With cautious steps through the ruins, they plod with resilience.
The affected people and volunteers work in unity,
To regain what has been lost, though it is a herculean task,
To darn and repair the torn land to make it fit for living.
Man has an ability to sober up and emerge like phoenix,
From the pit of ashes, healing, mending and finding his way.
Categories:
heartrending, angst, death, depression, moving
Form:
Free verse
I'm just writing my story
Leaving out all the glory
I never tore them; yet the pages and spine are all but broken
Its letters are scattered, yet still the words form a concise omen
Would you read it back to me slowly, please, as you reach the bitter ending?
It hurts my eyes, you see; this heart could use a break from all this bending.....
Being devoured alive inside is such a epic novel unsavory
Moments, however, are kept in order by thoughts of your light upon my gnomon
They just keep coming, though without a care as to whether or not they are heartrending
It's so sour to own a form of pain that is this condescending
A barren land uncultivated and so divided from this yeoman
Painless by comparison to a nose job given by the grindstone of life's knavery
Just as I finished; then, the ink ran dry right before me.....
It's in this here and now that I've broken out
I wanna scream, but they drown out every shout
Then I think of all the things I ought not talk about:
Have they ever not been a couple minutes too late?
Do they ever have their story straight?
Inside me, hope has made its case to abate....
Hung from ropes unknown, can you relate?
Am I the world's least astute gadabout?
What I feel is that my intentions are drawn and quartered; based fully on others' self-doubt
But there is no way I will let this point of pitiful; be an excuse to live life by copping out
Categories:
heartrending, angst, deep, introspection, pain,
Form:
Free verse
et me begin the amorous tale of my love
story,
In seven of ages a heartrending pillory,
With maximum make believe of childhood
love,
Cycling after her with no worry,
To the taste of truffles and muffin,
Felt her each wave sweet to savory,
On slide following her with peeping eyes,
Seeking a vivacious look till I touched the
teen glory,
With shorthanded life and full of misery,
Couldn’t even bought a gift or flowery,
But could promise to honor love for life,
And this ain’t false statement of
stipulatory,
At mid of twenty two, with smashing and
evaporating love,
Still remembered cherish liped smile of
amatory,
ory,
And snake of love has now bitten my
heart,
The anti-dote is her smile whether it might
be illusory,
Hence the feelings pining and revolving in
mind,
As gravitation, influence everything
stimulatory,
In cold night with shattering fog and
cracking leaves
Shahid is right here with a flowery and
Sorry.
Shahid Ch.
Categories:
heartrending, arabic
Form:
Ghazal
Although flowers bloom it’s awkward to say that they are flowers
because they are not flowers, but thorns disguised as yellow pistils
and stamens surrounded by the petals made of pieces of colorless
paper. Moreover, their fragrance bears no meaning at all because
they bloom in the night,
and each time when the scorching sun brands the cactus’ skin
it cries out loud from the pain of the thorns pierced through
it’s burning flesh to form renewed skin,
then, surprised by a heartrending cry,
the birds flap their wings to fly in the air abandoning the cactus.
However the birds may be, they only are lifeless drones
flying over a desert. And since they are lifeless, they
don’t know the meaning of life, and that’s why they only see
the thorny flowers standing open arms in the midst of the desert that is
filled with ashes of death—nuclear wastes, abandoned poisonous chemical
solutions polluted waters that drive lives to the edge of death.
To the saguaro cactus standing in the midst of man-made miseries,
nonetheless, dreamed to have an audience with
the mystic Queen of the Andes,
and in order for him to fulfill his dream,
to have a long journey toward the south moving along with the sun,
and then, after crossing the delicate line marked zero,*
climbing up the Andes for a higher ridge that is higher than the drone.
And as you go higher the wind starts to rise;
when the wind gets stronger to cut through the skin,
then saguaro’s thorns start to prick its own body from
loneliness unbearable,
and that is the time ripe for
the mystic Queen of the Andes to reveal herself
from the clearing fogs, behind the thick and heavy veil of clouds.
She appears in a dress embellished with tens of thousands of
not overly extravagant or pompous but graceful flowers that
bloom centenary.
She is the tree, immaculate and with inviolable dignity,
she bears the blooms in the serenity of the high and deep mountain.
Today too, the saguaro cactus under scorching sun dreams
a dream of seeing the elegant Queen of the Andes someday,
even afar it, stands as ever.
Enveloped in the cloud, though Queen hides her image
she has left her sweet scent behind,
in the sweet scent she left, the thorn flower saguaro stands
willing to wait another one hundred years to see her again.
*Zero: The Equator
Categories:
heartrending, flower, metaphor, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
While watching Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture
“The Raven and the First Men”(1)
One day,
after the long and countless searches of bottom of the abysmal waters
with cycles of formation and extinction of renewed waves and ripples,
a Raven with jet-black feathers that is darker than the darkest night
brought a shellfish to Haida Gwaii(2)
the other side of the vast Continent
the west cost of the endless expanse,
where the surfs come and break upon a reef
and return to the heart of the ocean restlessly.
The Raven folded his soaking wet heavy wings
by the water’s edge that is lying in the pitch-black time and space,
and pecked on the shell with the cry:
“Let there be a light! Let it be a morn!”
Is it because the Raven’s clamorous cry woke the shellfish up
from the countless ages of deep sleep?
Or because the Raven’s blood vomiting heartrending cry
touched the shellfish? The shellfish opened its shell.
The men’s faces in the dimmest light
between the gap of the open shell
peep into the dark world though distorted
from fear of seeing unknown surroundings.
Although the light was dim
it was the light stained with a mother’s blood
the agony of childbirth, and because it was the first light
that ever shone, may it be tedious process, but little by little,
it will chisel the darkness
that was just lying there from the beginning of the time away
to bring the dawning daybreak light into the fog
and drizzle filled dismal air of Haida Gwaii.
Since the birth of first men the sun began to rise systematically
from the water of eastern horizon and downs
in the edge of western water of Haida Gwaii the beautiful islands.
And one day, in this beautiful water’s edge
where the mountains stand aloof,
the trees tall and green, and tidal waves wash the shore,
the Raven came with the wind and sat on top of a totem pole
to watch the peaceful Haida village
in the reddened setting sun.
1Bill Reid’s wooden sculpture is placed in the Museum of Anthropology of the University of Columbia.
2Haida call the Queen Charlotte Islands in British Columbia as Haida Gwaii.
Categories:
heartrending, allegory, birth, imagery, men,
Form:
Narrative
Subject - Echoes of a silent heart!!
Bottled inside are the wounds never healed
Tears held back, songs without a melody
Words never uttered, thoughts not verbalized
A fire with neither flames nor smoke
Battled against were traumatic and heartrending battles
some won ,some lost
but all the same leaving behind scars
scars which echoed the struggle experienced..
In its silence
my heart yells at the identity crisis going down
A crisis where one has no idea what they are made of or who they really are
Silence is so deep that you hear a terrified voice scared off by the fear of an unknown destiny
From a distance can be heard echoes of a heart saying enough is enough
Yet its just getting started
The silence is so loud that only a deafened ear can hear it all
different ringing tones are assigned to my heart's mobile
today is the rnb joy of having a dear take care of dear me...tomorrow..the soft melancholic slavery- like obligations which are self imposed of course...this heart pulls overdue strings of pain on a guitar... that wch rilly simply echoes a silent heart
Categories:
heartrending, absence,
Form:
Let me begin the
amorous tale of my
love story,
In seven of ages a
heartrending
pillory,
With maximum make
believe of childhood
love,
Cycling after her
with no worry,
To the taste of
truffles and muffin,
Felt her each wave
sweet to savory,
On slide following
her with peeping
eyes,
Seeking a vivacious
look till I touched
the teen glory,
With shorthanded
life and full of
misery,
Cannot even bought a
gift or flowery,
But could promise to
honor love for life,
And this ain’t false
statement of
stipulatory,
At mid of twenty
two, with smashing
and evaporating
love,
Still remembered
cherish lips smile
of amatory,
And snake of love
has now bitten my
heart,
The anti-dote is her
smile whether it
might be illusory,
Hence the feelings
pining and revolving
in mind,
As gravitation,
influence everything
stimulatory,
In cold night with
shattering fog and
cracking leaves
Shahid is right here
with a flowery and
Sorry.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Categories:
heartrending, first love, i love
Form:
Ghazal
On this peaceful land where we live comfortably
with the neighboring villagers sharing the sun and moon,
stars and clouds, winds and waters, rains and snows;
we sow the seeds on the field, wander in the wilderness
to spot the games to hunt in the changing colors of the flowers
in the time of bloom and fruit and revolving seasons
One day, from the east, crossing over the great sea,
the white feathered gluttonous bird flew into this peaceful land
and took our land by force; the bird cruelly pecked us with his avaricious beak, cold-heartedly tore us with his sharp talons, kept pushing and shoving us eastward, and this vicious cycle drove us into tribal wars and at last, Illini
to extinct.
And this moaning butte throwing its shadow on the water
atop of encircling cliffs is the Starved Rock, the site where
the great tragedy took place, all Illini tribesmen lost their lives.
The water of the Illinois River mixed with the tears of the people
who lost everything in the east via this legion for further west,
now moans to ease the spirit of Illini wandering around
the Staved Rock, which is still hungry, in the evening glow
as a soundless requiem.
The water flows embracing sorrowful Rock where:
the mother jumped into the water holding her beloved child,
the village elders who collapsed while upholding tribal pride
followed by the war cry of the warriors who grabbed tomahawk and fought but, alas, fell to enemy’s hand, now is telling the story of their last day
it becomes whirlpool in the very middle of the water.
When the streams small and large come together the following paths
meet and form a pool on the top of this lonely butte on the other side of the river, and dashes into the basin of the waterfall;
some of them fall rapidly into the steep ravine with heartrending cries
some of them drift like slow moving time in deep sorrow
some of them descend to the rocks of level stratum one by one
singing a funeral dirge.
The spirit of Illini drifting along the river
carrying so many sad stories touches the tourists’
heart; stepping on the site of the tragedy
makes tears stand to casual sightseers;
the grief-stricken stories raise the ripples in the river
and leaves a lingering imagery in the eyes and ears of the travelers
Categories:
heartrending, america, pain, people, river,
Form:
Narrative
When drifting water of the river Hebrus murmurs
a heartrending cry surges from the bottom of the river,
and when this cry reaches the midsummer night’s sky
the stars echo and a lyre in the constellation by Zeus’ throne
plays sad music. And when tone adds pathos to deepen the darkness,
a nocturnal bird soars in the dark air, too, singing a sad song over
a grave in Libethra.
The reason the river weeps with a plaintive requiem is,
not because Erebus is too far or Styx is too wide,
but the stern ferryman denies Orpheus’ passage
to netherworld where he once passed with the crowds of the dead.
Although he once made the Furies cheeks wet with tears,
won a Proserpine’s sympathy and made Hades himself gave way,
why Orpheus has to cry a heartrending cry over Eurydice again
with his plaintive tuned lyre and song of touching story of his beloved wife?
It’s because he couldn’t cross Styx for second time.
He cried through the weeks of sleepless nights,
regretting why he turned his face back to assure
Eurydice followed, and therefore, heard her last cry of farewell.
He called Eurydice’s name for the weeks of agonizing days and
nights without food stretching his arms in air as if trying to hold her,
though she is not there.
Since his second farewell to his beloved wife on the dark and steep passage
of Erebus, Orpheus played his lyre and sang sad songs unceasingly. He sang
to tell his regretful experience on the way to this world at Erebus to the rocks
with melancholic but touching tunes, he chanted an account of the tragic life
he underwent with a gloomy but moving sound to the trees.
A viper, therefore, struck Eurydice with its sharp fangs again,
a horror that of the Maenads’ desire to capture Orpheus
tore him limb from limb.
And when the river murmurs, Orpheus’ limbs fell in water
parted from his body call to one another wishing to come in one again,
Orpheus’ keenness to see his beloved Eurydice grows more and more.
Categories:
heartrending, heartbroken, horror, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Bewildered and haunted through flashes of memories that relive themselves
I sit and ponder and look into the sky
there is no pain greater than been lost in SELF
battling with a STRONG shadow called SADNESS
she stalks and haunts and bring you moments of agony
she comes along with her sister ANGUISH
and they taunt you,
galvanising and pinpointing your mind to the PAST you left behind
OH SADNESS! ! ! ! ! ! !
have you not rendered men a roaming wretch for years?
are you not content with the tears you have drank from your millions of subscribers?
are you not pained because of happiness and her many gifts?
when will you leave the vulnerable ones and stop feeding on their weaknesses?
for how long will you continue to taunt MEN with their horrible past and perceived failure?
You are hopeless and weak and so you feed on people's misery alongside with your heartrending sister called ANGUISH
Leave us alone,
for we do not want to commune with you
you are meant to die alone,
but you have garnered so many souls as your followers
reminding them of their most terrible past
conjuring pieces of AGONY
and feeding them with misery's venom
you are a witch SADNESS
and you dwell in the dark
you mesmerise us with beautiful tragedies and allure us into your deep seeking kingdom
ARISE
run away from sadness
before she infects you with her incurable disease
SADNESS has no home
and so she roams
Ovi Odiete© 2016 All Rights reserved.
Categories:
heartrending, courage, deep, emotions, fear,
Form:
Elegy
A woman who lost everything she owns stands there
by the waterfront where the waves beat upon the shore.
The woman-transformed-***** is a prisoner of war
being carried to the foreign land of an enemy general
across the sea; she cries ceaselessly tears in her eyes
for the unbearable sorrow, she barks fiercely in intolerable anger.
In the eyes of the woman who gazes up
the top of heaven from the bottom of the deepest sea.
She sees the last images of her blood-stained husband,
her dear sons and daughters, died in agony.
For her husband, she shared everything she owned;
for her children, she cradled and lulled them in her bosom to raise—
except for one son who was abandoned in the field at the time of his infancy because of an oracular ill omen.
All these sorrows are unwanted bitter memories to recall, crueler than
the cruelest fate for a woman to undergo.
Now, she climbs higher up the mast
to appeal to her deep inner heart’s mortification;
to let others see her transmuted figure, an ugly *****,
her annoying bark reaches to the furthest point of the sea.
Is Amphitrite heard her heartrending cry?
For the ship lists by the billow Poseidon rises,
alas, but then, she loses her balance and falls
to the deck vomiting blood, she ends her pathetic life;
this *****’s resentment tossed by the raging waves,
at the end, was thrown upon the shore and became a standing rock.
The rock beckons the ships that pass the straits to tell her grudge,
but to the heedless seafarers’ ears it sounds like the mere surges
that come and hit the rock. However, at times, it sounds
in their ears, like a ***** barking feebly from her bleeding heart
because of all her puppies are taken away;
that’s why, legend says,
the sailors called this rock “the poor *****’s rock.”
Categories:
heartrending, anger, cry, death, mother,
Form:
Verse
the lyre appears in the summer night sky
by the foot of Zeus’ throne in the delta region was
once strummed by the hands floating on the Hebrus;
the tune of dirge was heartrending, the pieces of limbs
chopped off and threw into the river playing was so sad;
it touched Zeus’ heart and therefore he ordered the eagle
to lift it up from the river and hang up by his foot though
the appealing lyre’s tune played by Orpheus which drew
tears from the eyes of a cold woman, the goddess of death Persephone,
stop echoing in the sky as the constellation of lyre sunk behind autumn
however, an eagle hovering in the dark
went after the disappeared lyre and strummed it with his sharp talon;
the tune the eagle pecked on the broken strings with his hooked beak
is Orpheus’ anxious call for Eurydice wandering in the pine grove;
the broken string’s painful cry now echoes again in the air
to spread the heartrending story behind the crying lyre
Categories:
heartrending, anxiety, river, sad love,
Form:
Epic
I look pleadingly into their eyes
as they pull the last of my fingernails,
The pain is excruciating and I pass out
amid my heartrending screams.
When I come to
I am engulfed in total darkness,
I find myself lying naked, it appears,
in my own blood, sweat and filth.
I try looking around but could see nothing,
I touch gingerly and find my eyes swollen shut,
My nose punched into a bloody pulp,
My lips torn open, all my teeth knocked out.
Jesus, where am I?
What have they done to me?
What do they want of me?
I know nothing, I am just a regular Joe
struggling to raise a family here,
Hoping to live the American dream;
What would I know of
Jihadi cells or terrorist network?
I begin quivering in sheer terror--
Oh God, did they bring me here
just because my name is
M U H A M M A D?
("Rendition" --The practice of sending a terrorist suspect
covertly to be interrogated in a country with less rigorous
regulations for the humane treatment of prisoners.
"Show Me Your Spirit" contest by FJ Thomas
Categories:
heartrending, abuse, power,
Form:
Free verse
Her sandy brown hair was all a mess.
Ice cream stains upon her dress.
Sitting on the curb of a no parking zone,
Appearing scared and all alone.
She sat silent, but tears filled her eyes.
My heart couldn?t ignore her desperate cries.
I knelt beside her, placed my hand on her arm.
I am here to help, I mean you no harm.
Where is your Mother? I softly said.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head.
Her angelic voice quivered, ?I do not know.Ó
She was just here a moment ago.
We came from the store when I dropped my ball.
I went to run after it, then I heard her call.
?Stay out of the streetÓ so I stopped on the lawn.
When I turned back my mother was gone.
I looked all around, there was no one in sight.
We will find your mother, it?ll be alright.
I will take you home, do you know the way?
I don?t know my address she began to say.
Can you describe your house, what color is it?
It?s yellow and white next to a big gravel pit.
Thank goodness I knew the house she meant,
I took her by the hand and away we went.
Walking a short distance, we could see her house.
This sad little girl became joyful and rouse.
She burst through the gate, her mom waiting there.
The woman only reacted with an empty stare.
She was totally oblivious to her daughters return.
I approached the woman with great concern.
Excuse me Ma?am, but are you ok?
?I lost my daughter just yesterdayÓ
She ran after a ball, but I yelled too late.
A reckless drunk driver decided her fate.
We bury her Thursday, then she let out a cry.
?Why dear God did she have to die?Ó
I couldn?t believe my very own ears,
Nor could I hold back my heartrending tears.
You may not believe me, but I just have to say;
?I was visited by an angel todayÓ
I could never explain the why or how.
But I can assure you, she is with you now.
Together forever, never will you part.
As long as you keep her within your heart.
Categories:
heartrending, imagination, inspirational, life, loss,
Form: