Broken Poems - Poems about Broken

Sunday 2025.05.25 This morning, I arrived at the Station, Gave the Swan Hill V-Line train a miss, The same train which I travelled Exactly one year ago. When I had a relaxing and peaceful time, At the border of NSW and Victoria. It turned out I should catch the missed train, To take me to Kangaroo Flat, One stop away from Bendigo. What significant thing...

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Why do you seem so confident. When all this will disappear. Why does it seem so evident. When you finally face your fear. When hell has lost its precedence. And heavens a wish a way. You murdered all your yesterdays and placed them in shallow graves Oh, mirror mirror on the wall am I a shadow in your heart. Oh mirror...

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Hey, It’s me, I've been thinking a lot lately, Do you ever wonder, Why do we want to know when, When we could just let go and forget, Did you ever care, Or do you even know what game you played, But you shut me out, Do I mean something to you, Or was I just a stone to step on to cross the river, So...

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May kese maan lau ki vo bhul gye; kya vo waqt bhi unko yaad...

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Was my son vindictive? My wife just stared at the sight! There on the floor was the old ugly vase My aunt Melinda gave us on our wedding day. And my wife know how much love my son had for it. Even though he may have broken it, I cannot help but forgive For he has a...

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My God is the God of broken ladders, many rungs are missing and I don’t have the skill to mend them. My usual recourse for the unfixed is to pen a poem about the imperfect beauty of the unfinished and damaged. Breakfast is just for seating two, there's another broken stool propped up against a wall - a silent testament to 'found poetry' that needs only a...

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Your timing, O God, is flawless, they say, Mercy spills from Your eternal edge. I cling to that truth, yearning for solace, Yet it slips as I bleed through the years. Woes swarm like static, sharp with insult, Words that cut, leaving a thousand wounds. Will You, my Maker, cradle me close, When tears and fragments are all I am? If pain is...

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In the silence, I hear my own voice A whispered longing, a heart that makes some noise I reach for connection, a gentle touch But find instead a space that's too much The weight of unspoken words, a heaviness I bear A sense of longing that I've learned to share With every step, I search for a place to stand A sense...

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The woods are never as kind as the stories make them seem. Little Red does not skip, her feet heavy with the weight of the basket, its contents a secret darker than the night. The wolves aren’t just hungry, they’re desperate. Their teeth are sharp, their hunger endless. And the huntsman? His axe is too slow, his conscience too soft for the forest that devours the innocent. The glass slipper...

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My Hands Today My hands are getting old today. They are getting old right in front of my eyes. I suppose the rest of my face is following, But I can not see that happening. There is some peace in that, But my hands…? I don’t mind hard work. I never minded hard work. I liked hard...

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How long does it take to break broken glass until it’s broken beyond repair? How long does it take for avoidant eyes to finally learn to stare? Will it take long enough for glass to pierce my shattered, battered heart, Or eyes that will never look that way from the very start? Does it take a fool or a...

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She gave her heart to only a few Some she just met , others she knew. They were each different, but still just the same They never knew her only her name. They lied and cheated and played their games. Forever turned into never, now she'll never be the same. They left her broken and bruised over the years But she fought...

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You don't have to rewrite the story of your life, you are not a broken glass, waiting to be glued back together, but just a being in search of a corner of the world, where you can sit without being strong, like a flower letting the rain embrace it, without the fear of wilting under the weight of...

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It stands in dust on the mantle high It's hands long still beneath the sky Once it chimes with a golden cheer Marking love, and loss, and every year Now silence pulls where rhythm lays Time forgot to come this way It's face is cracked, brass grown pale A ghost adrift without a sail The hours sleep behind the glass Moments trapped that cannot...

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An unexpected storm happened last fall I put a window in to keep out the snow and wind For the comfort you brought me, I embraced you You and the peace I didn’t know I needed became my obsession This is wrong You were so constant I got used to it Winter brings a new set of challenges When...

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