Heartbreak Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Heartbreak Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Heartbreak. These are the best examples of Free Verse Heartbreak poems written by international poets.
Heart out of glass, my dear.
Don't give it to anyone, don't go near.
Humans like to break things.
I don't want you to be destroyed, like a useless vase.
Your heart must bloom like flowers.
Your soul must glow like the rainbows colours.
I don't want you to ache.
Don't want you to break.
You're too much worth for a heartbreak.
Your heartbeat must go on,
with the rhythm of life.
And I know, life has risks.
But only take the risk,
if you promise me you won't let anyone break the vase.
Your vase of love,
Your vase of life,
the vase of the kindest soul I will ever know in my life.
Never plan to leave me, please.
It's an honour to protect your heart of glass, your vase I have to keep safe.
Your heart of glass, clear as the sky without clouds, as the ocean, as the space, without any sound.
You're open like a book, clear to see trough -
but don't let any destroyer near you.
a dark cloud hangs over my fragile heads
my past reflects awkwardly in a broken mirror
in the garden of love my flowers are wilted
love seeps from the gaping hole in my hearts
you removed the ground beneath my feet
making me drift aimlessly without direction
and below me, a bottomless abyss that leads nowhere
yet for long I kept my candle burning in the wind
you moved with the shadow my love had cast
leaving my light to falter without its shade
my feet sank in quicksand, escape impossible
while you stood with a wry smile, soaking my joy
but I have forgiven you for your cruel hatred
without which I might have rotted in a prison of grief
and missed the soothing balm of God’s healing needles
gradual, yet bringing warmth to my bleeding heart
from a place of sadness and heartbreak
i write this as i say
"now i always disappear on people,
you see this has been a great escape
others first performed this one on me
when i almost lost my sanity"
i slowly disappeared from my friends life
so the call lines finally end up rusting
before any betrayal comes my way
this is my new greatest way to love, live and escape
They told me I would
eventually find my
rainbow
but never mentioned
that it
would one day
abandon me
too.
The labouring art of poetry
is in true sense, senseless.
It corrupts judgment, strains credit
and prostitutes' self-esteem.
Damn the unhappy day you start it.
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A song for this:
This Place Hotel (a.k.a. Heartbreak Hotel) by The Jacksons
i spend all my days with someone
who doesn't care about me in the slightest
and hurts my feelings in the worst ways
but i can't let go of her
nothing would ever be the same
everyone says it'd be
for the better in some ways
but that's not how i feel
if i let you go,
i'm letting part of me go
and i can't let some of me go
without all of me going
so i keep you around to keep myself
i don't even want to keep mysef
i don't think you care to keep me either
but part of me still wants to believe
you'll have the same love for me you once felt
even if it was never real
i will peel myself open and open again
so you can get a taste of my fruit inside
and spit me right back out
only to come back for more
you never liked how i tasted
you just liked watching me peel open
showing you the most vulnerable part of me
you liked peeling my pith away
all of me wasn't good enough for you
you could only accept certain parts of me
and even though i changed to please you
i'm still not good enough
so i'll stitch my peel back up
until you're ready to try me again
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
All I have left of you is this kiss ??
And it wasn't even on my lips
It's just a reminder of how I fell out of love
And I'm left sitting here wondering
The first week I'd just stand by the shower
And the water full throttle would have at me
It'd be cold but I'd stand there lost
Remembering all those warm baths we had
I walked low-strung like a sad balloon
It was hard to stay afloat
I just drugged on till the weekend
And then I drowned further in the spirits
My heart sank a little lower
This time I was sure it was going to drop
Just a little further and it won't be able to rise up
I have gone cold and forgotten like I am already
My phone's been buzzing but it's just a distant cry
I let it go till it's off then go near it
Knowing too well it isn't you
But I just checked so that I can keep count
All I have left of you is me
At least the me before you
Sad and downcast, with no sunshine in me
But I'll weather it out till it's sunny out again
The PO£T
YESTERDAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.” Lewis Carroll
Yesterday, I stumbled upon my old self.
Innocence stood
abandoned in the face of
injustice and judgment.
Naivety and purity
stood guarded in the face of
heartbreak and resentment.
My old self looked upon
my present self, asking
‘are you happy with who
you are or do you secretly
pine for your past selves?’
‘Yes, I miss my purer version, but
my transformations mirror the journey
I chose to be a little more whole.'
Gondola was prepared to welcome you
You desired the white clouds instead
A void settled on the palm of my hand
The bird too couldn't unfold its wings
________________
6 September 2025
I was at war,
fighting for my nation.
Blood stained the ground,
the sounds of guns and bombs
pierced our ears—
like ominous words carved in the air.
When I lifted my head,
I saw us fighting with one hand,
while others already lay lifeless.
Our families prayed,
hoped we’d return safely.
But as I looked at the sky,
time stopped for a breath.
And I whispered—
“God, even if we lose our lives for the nation,
be with our families.
Give them hearts of stone,
so they will never regret
the prayers they made for us.”
I see the way the trees sway when your name leaves my lips
I hear the screams of their howls and the thoughts they wish to blow away
Their thoughts,
My thoughts,
Our thoughts,
They become whole, they become one
Together with nature, yet keep me grounded
I still think about you, I see us in the stars and your face in the moon
A warning from the earths own mother, that I can only choose to listen to
do you ever have your contact bother you all day,
and then, just before you take it out,
it fixes itself?
that’s how i feel
when i’m
with you
***
we were almost to the end of our walk.
“i’m dissatisfied,” you muttered, avoiding my glance.
i wish you had met my eyes.
we could have both seen
we were both
afraid of
***
i dreamt that we lied in your bed for three hours.
you said, “you’re such a f*cking beautiful human.”
i tried not to whimper.
in your bed
for three hours
i told the truth
***
you almost told me last time.
your lip was quivering.
to a passerby,
our hug may have looked
a little bit
too long.
You were nothing.
Closing any chapter with you feels like heartbreak,
The small crinkle that the crack makes,
That little sigh my heart takes,
You, oblivious to the stakes.
Hoping you only look this good in my arms.
Hoping you only miss me when you’re drunk.
Hoping for you.
Wishing you understood; you were poetry I wove with my own two hands.
You were ordinary but in my mind you were magic.
My love turned you into flowers blooming at cemeteries
and rain filling up crevices of drought.
But
You and me;
We’re a living testament that loving someone is not nearly enough.
The pain won,
But I hope you know, to me,
You will always be worth the inconvenience.
I will always remember you;
In little flowers behind ears
and rearview mirrors,
In Parked cars conversations,
and last minute cancellations.
You were everything political
You were everything painful
You were everything heartbreaking
You were everything beautiful
You were everything I once wanted
You were everything mine
You were everything.
Remember when we were children?
We thought water flowed endlessly, and the leaves
never died.
At the playground, the sand was eternal. We would dig
to the very last grain until spring turned into fall.
Friendship lasted forever, every day
a new endeavor
We played until the sun met the earth, and
laughed until we didn't feel alone
Oh my, why does yesterday feel so long ago
Writer (me)
Tammy P
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