Break Poems - Poems about Break

Whom am I in the endless plot of fate? Your perfect perfection used as bait. Whom am I to reject perfection’s grace, Amidst my turmoil in karma’s embrace. I sought not, yet there you stood, A calm in my storm, I never understood. You were the answer to my whispers unheard, A soft light to which my shadow was led. An eternity I...

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I haven’t truly lived until now. I have been locked away for so long In a small room in a place that was never my home. Home is where you feel safe. My freedom without judgment is where I feel most safe, maybe that’s home. That’s how I feel now. Full throttle and no chain...

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I ruined what we had With my mincing words misplaced, Words that made you mad With a feeling as though also disgraced. I ruined what we were With things in which we never concurred, Things I was just unsure Of whether it is my path that has occurred. I ruined our bond With feelings long suppressed, Feelings as shallow as a pond, In which I drowned...

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The good thing is I am never going to be crying, But the truth is there is still this deep heartaching longing For that very something with that very someone I am missing....

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I would Wish you The worst But yours Came true First Feels like That red light Gets longer every day Though I can’t Help but stare At the place I last kissed you Counting The cars In the driveway Making note Of the purple bike Left in the grass Picturing The perfect happenstance That you...

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I gave up on everything, I gave up on everyone. I know this is a heaven, but I just don't think it was meant for me. If you knew me you would judge me for all those mistakes So like the rest of us I carry this smile on my face and act like everything is alright...

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Gold on ancient atoll? Gone be prospector's hope! Gore, doth coat the brazen bull? Golem, get the rope? Best for those politest men? Better think again. Bone a-broken, dive in den? Flicker on the fen... Torn like life tormented? Break upon, O wave. How the gods lamented! O shroud hung on the grave! Yellow as a predator's eye? Dun the desert doubt. Riddles, rivers, thy reply? Time will sort it...

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They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned that sadness had a gender. That girls get tissues, and boys get told to “tough it out.” That scraped knees get band-aids, but broken hearts? Those just get...

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Where the grass is turning brown in patches, I buried my memories. I protect my heart from negativity because I deeply yearn for a kind of happiness, I’ve never truly experienced. I long to fall in love again, so I’ve chosen to bury my painful memories deep beneath the bare umbrella trees, making space for new...

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Emerald stone stands in the eyes When possessive lovers lose their prize...

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I havea zillion things to give utterance severely about. Been there Don't quit on yourself, Considering it will be distractions Along one's travels of plots and traps. Been There The visage of pieces of puzzling scars. Been There Mental and Physical Violations, Familiar faces Switching lanes, Unfamiliar places, coins tossed aside where it lands no one knows. Been...

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These broken nails Not pretty to look at, My triumphs, my fails Mean more than that Been scratching away Digging for some end, By night, by day … ‘Til they begin to bend Once polished to a shine … Is perfectly cracked, With pulled hair of mine And my nerves wracked All glitter, all gold … Neither one can stay, But, broken nails, I'm told Says something anyway. ...

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You’ve been holding on too long, To shadows where you don’t belong. But girl, it’s time to break the chain, Release the hurt, shed all the pain. No more tears for what won’t grow, It’s your time, just so you know. Pack your strength, your heart, your dreams, Step into light, hear your own screams. Level up, rise from the ground, Find your voice,...

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You wake up with a goal, at least, that's what you say. But take a moment, be real, what’s lighting your way? Is it passion? A purpose that stirs in your chest? Or just the grind to keep up and impress? You’re not building kingdoms. You’re just sending T-fare. So someone can smile, flip her hair, Eat your food, rest in...

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Dead dreams deserve a burial, But where do I bury them? My peeving heart-It is way too heavy, My disappointed eyes-they are weary, Cherished memories - I really haven’t any, Art isn’t my cup of tea. Nor can I write poetry Neither is my juggled mind ready. Dead dreams deserve a funeral. But how do I mourn them? Bleed my heart or tie a knot, Drink...

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