Broken Poems - Poems about Broken

I sometimes feel if JC had been broken on the wheel instead of impaled and nailed to a cross would Catholics be at a loss or wave their hand reeling in a circular motion in front of themselves when 'wheeling' as opposed to 'crossing' themselves while Trinity words were spoken and if so clockwise or counter my best guess is the former as 'tho sacrificed counter would imply (oh...

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Around us the wind moves not angry, not broken just tired of carrying us. it doesn’t cry out or plead. it sits in the chest like a truth we cannot know, a stone where song should be. what did we do with beauty? what did we trade, for voice, for sky? ...

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I never stopped loving you That’s why I hate you I really really love you I really really hate you I don’t really hate you That’s how I know it’s love The only thing I hate Is I’m not who you’re thinking of I hate that I love you When you don’t love me back Or take into consideration My dark and ugly past I know that...

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My name's ANGIE, are you listening? I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming They never knew how harsh they were with those tones. Words they thought were normal for dreamers I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that Until one I was caught with...

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There was a time When my faith was unshakeable The Lord proved That I was remakeable His love for me Was simply not mistakeable The Holy Spirit’s strength Was totally unbreakable For forsaking me He was incapable His call on my life Was just so inescapable But I went rogue And became insatiable I thought His love Would just be replaceable In the world I could hide And then become untraceable Write my...

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Please don’t hate me Don’t debate me And you damn sure won’t underrate me Cause I’m here now Gonna show you how I can rise above What you dish out You call my name Play that blame game But I don’t hear you Cause nuthins now the same You showed your true face Left me in disgrace But I rise above Your endless chase I know I hurt bad I’ve been so...

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Oh, my little angel, looking into your eyes wasn’t easy as you always had them closed, Happy and peaceful as you enjoyed your afternoon doze, I wonder as I wander through this busy world, Why do my arms yearn to spin you around in a dancing twirl? As I recall the voices of you and your friends from the birthday...

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He taught me how to wield the weapon made of words— a blade that kills, now saving lives, like it once saved mine. My own work pulled me back from the edge. And in it, he lives— my teacher, the man behind the lines. Words— once carved deep in the mind— outlive the flesh, outlast the hands that once shaped them. His words stopped me from falling to the hundred voices that came to...

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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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When all around sharp scattered fragments of broken dreams bloodied my soul and pierced every thought that dared to take a step YOU lifted me. When burdened by an unrelenting weight of cold and ice and snow, I bent, until my crown was buried, frozen in the wood. Sounds of snapping, crashing limbs shattered on the crust and slid against my brow...

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Poetry Form: Limerick Sponsor: Joseph May Date: June 14, 2025 A crow on a wire watched me cry, He cawed at the clouds in the sky. “You break, then you mend, But the hurt doesn’t end— Just learn how to smile when you lie.”...

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Just smiling, shining & indivisible, All at the broader punch! Alone approached the dependable, Before-head a worst crunch. My heart heading innocent, Gave-up myself, my soul. Wasn’t sure of the pretend, To her, just in a joule! She went, her shadows too, Broke my heart in a bitter truth. Cracked the confidence inside a blow, I am at North, she’s at South! You certainly would have, What I...

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I have walked through the hush of goodbyes, where silence roared louder than grief, where memories clung like shadows, and love became a thief. I lost not just them, but parts of me— echoes of laughter, pieces of light. My soul wore mourning like a second skin, and daybreak blurred into night. I reached for hands that let me fall, poured love into a...

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I'm not broken, Just slightly used A worn out bag A man confused I'm not broken Not exactly crap Just someone who worries about being a sad chap I'm not broken You can see from my smile Its not really a facade Something I'm trying to style I'm not broken I'm functioning at best No longer tied to other harms Of which I can attest. I'm not broken I'm one of those...

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The palace of love we built ~ when our blood still flowed very warm in our veins, is now a crumbled castle — its walls with peeled paints and decayed wood; a jaded clock and faded photographs ...

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