Broken. Poems

Broken Things

Broken mugs 

And broken promises 

A broken lamp 

And broken knuckles

A broken TV 

And a broken stack of plates 

Broken drywall 

And broken glasses 

Broken bottles

And a broken door 

This is a broken home

And my heart cannot break anymore

The Unbroken Sun Osiris

Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.

All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds

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she is alive

limbs like entangled serpents


                an embryonic adult on canvas

                      who escaped a naked bed

her art stolen

I’m deaf not broken

I’m deaf not broken 
just differently wired.
My ears went on strike and were never rehired.

They packed up and left not leaving a note, 
Just departed my head without taking a coat.

I walk in a room, 
people chatter and play,
I nod like a expert, 
not a clue what they say.
Was it “You look great” or “You’ve

Shattered Glass and Broken Promises

Shattered glass and broken promises,
reflections of how plans once made
can suddenly become just memories...
Crystal clear and shining hopes
that sparkle in the mind's array
of hopeful dreams and quiet fantasies.

Thoughts of wine sipped by the fire,
the tenderness of spoken words,
the sweet seduction of an eager soul.
Quiet moments, conversations,
assurances that love would last
but wine soon warms and passion

Love and Broken Souls

Love is a complicated feeling, they say,
Understanding its depth isn't like child's play.
But isn't love as simple as breathing, I ask,
Who knew that fate was planning a cruel task.

Love is liberation, salvation, they say,
But what about the ones drowning in gray?
What about the feeling that you could taint someone pure—
Their charm, their smile, their allure.

Love

Broken Promises

Broken Promises are the labour pains 
that birth the words “I’m Sorry”.

Good intentions don’t ring the cash register.

Nor do they heal the wounds
that sutures have only temporarily closed.

Broken But Still Strong

when I watched my sister die after being hit by a truck
her blood red in the snow
something inside of me broke
I was shattered, a statue, unable to speak
so broken ... but inside of me was a strength
a fire that burned and somehow I healed

when my baby died at birth I was in a trance
as I

Broken but Bold Enough

Working against heavy odds, 
      a little hovel, he did build
     in a verdant stretch of fertile land,
            off the noisy frenzied crowd

   With sheaves of hay, he thatched its roof
  

BROKEN WINGS

In this time of political upheaval where every day 
by some bad or sad news we’re blindsided… 
a time that being woke has caused friendships to deteriorate…
and our country to be divided.

Where every day people who believe in equality, inclusion and compassion
suffer their share of arrows and slings…
It seems to me we are now a

A broken kid

A Broken Kid
By Blossom Monyei

His dad doesn’t talk much,
He just grabs a bottle from the fridge, then walks away.

His mom doesn’t cry,
She only says she’ll take her child and go away.
One day… she did. ??

The boy asked,
“Am I really their child?”

He was young, but not blind,
They argued in front of him,
Not caring he was listening.
Now

Broken but bold enough to bounce back

There was a time I didn’t know my worth.
I didn’t know my purpose.,
I’d felt that way since birth.

I would talk to other girls at school,
but when they formed their cliques,
they did not find me “cool.”

Not cool enough to be part of their group.
I was just their sidekick who
got left out of the loop.

Broken, I was

The Broken Concept

It’s been eighteen years since I was born.
I grew up chasing a lie called love.
Just a child in third grade,
When Broom’s metal broke me... tore me apart.

A lone piece left on the plate—
Still, it was him you'd nominate.
A pen or a diary—he’d get one.
‘These are his,’ you’d declare,
And I learned... I believed—
Maybe I didn’t deserve

Where Do the Broken Swans Go?

Where do the broken swans go, when lakes forget their name?
Do stars still sing for feathers torn, or whisper them in shame?
The moon once kissed their wings with light, now hides behind the veil,
As silence grows in sacred throats, too soft, too bruised to wail.

O mortal hearts, ye chase the gold, and mock the voice

Butterflies from Broken Glass

Shattered mirror pieces
in a cold room -
filled with invisible battles
as the heart
searches for warmth

Numb eyes
deepening scratches. 
As seconds pass by, 
the urge to rest in peace grows, 
but own soul refuses to surrender.  

A golden light, 
from a narrow crack 
falling on those broken pieces
reflecting buried dreams, 
rising, drifting across the room 
like butterflies.

Reborn

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