Broken Dreams Poems - Poems about Broken Dreams

My Story

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. 
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
Words they thought were normal for dreamers
I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that
Until one RUBY

In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams

In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams,
The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin,
It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence,
And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time,
When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined

The Landscape of Broken Dreams

Across the landscape of broken dreams
There is a lack of a vision it seems.

In the journey of suffering and of faith
The rewards of joy are a long wait.

The prayers are fervent and sustained 
The answers are not, only silence remains.

To continue on could be such a waste 
Because there is no comfort in this state.

Yet

Broken Dreams

Glass hearts shattering 
From birth to death instantly 
Stillborn seems to dream

Broken Dreams

What revelation! I saw the light,
A simple plan, my future bright.
I put my hopes and dreams in action,
Solely for my own satisfaction.

A perfect plan with one thing lacking,
Needing father's financial backing.
But when I plead to fund my way,
"Son, not today," was all he'd say

Each day I'd rise and ask him why,
He only gave the same

Fixing the Broken

A broken thought holds meaning
Even though its not completed
A broken dream shines, envisaging
Even though its not really alive
A broken smile brings a sweetness
Even though its not always smiling
A broken tear falls from the soul
Even though its not filled with hope
A broken heart shares a silent light,
Even though it isn’t softly glowing…
Like candlelight, with assurance, knowing
That

Broken Dreams

Following a road  built on broken dreams
Nothing is as easy as it seems
Through out life comes the rain
 only thing is how you hide the pain
There will be times of trail
 When you can loose your smile
To just keep on going is for the best
This is the test 
Strength is built on broken dreams
Harder

Broken Dreams

A chance to dream
A lovers guide
Butterflies in a waiting room
A glass of frozen wine
A touch of petrified time

A way to smile
cherished beneath the stars
The rain falls low
The Wind rises high
The Moon the stake

Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams


Tonight I´m happy and sorrowful
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I´m drunk as well.
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
let alcohol give wind to my sails.
A clipper buying tea in China
not useless plastic toys.
Sleek, the line and the women admired me.
Let the clipper sail.
I don´t care; I shall stay and make love

River of Broken Dreams

There is a simple fact very few of you see
I’m as alive as alive can be.
I start at the mountains and I end at the sea,
Life is abundant inside of me.
MY life begins by the melting of snow and ice.
My rapids are guilty of taking life.
This saddens me deeply and it hurts my soul,
Murder wasn’t

Prodigal Moon

Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark side of the moon.
Gyrating in a sensual frenzy
of broken dreams,
exhausted bodies execute
a heart-break dance of missteps.
One last mournful note
and the

Broken Dreams

" A broken hand is fixed wid bandages...
A broken heart is fixed wid someones love...
But what about a broken dream..
What can that be fixed with...

Can it be fixed wid money...
Or can it be fixed it a degree...
Or could education fix it...

The dreams in the eyes of the parents...
When sending us to school...
The hopes in their

Broken Dreams

My dad did not give me many words                                               

morning has broken

morning has broken      broken dreams in the cold light of day 

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POET'S NOTES
With her monoku, Marlene 'Mountain' Morelock Wills (1939–2018), challenged the idea that haiku must consist of two juxtaposed images. I explore parallelism as a possible poetic device in this monoku, as well as a form of internal rhyme.

Besides

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Im broken 
In pain Lost 
Hurt
useless 
My world coming apart 
Love
An acid disease 
That breaks me 
gets me nowhere 
That visual effect
Lips locked fingers crossed
Spiritually pure ecstasy 
My heart fears loneliness
Wondering will love ever love me back

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