Heart Break Poems - Poems about Heart Break

LOVING YOU IS AN ART

Loving You Is an Art ????

Loving you is an art,
Not just words, not just emotions,
Not just romance.

It is like carving a linocut,
Each stroke, each cut—
Careful, gentle,
So I do not wound the sketch,
The same way I hold your heart,
Responsible not to hurt you.

Loving you is an art,
Like stringing beads with patience.
And when the thread breaks,
And the

What we had

“WHAT WE HAD”
 
      Our path was foggy,
But somehow , we made it clear.
We built something new,
Something that filled our hearts.
        It touched every edge of us,
Left no part untouched.
We were in love,
Deeply.
        But as we

You, in Every Frame

Your eyes?
They're like midnight — not stars, just... midnight.
Dark, full of something I can't name.
I get lost there. I always do.
It’s frustrating, kind of thrilling too.

Your smile? Trouble.
The kind I’d trip over twice and still chase.
It hangs in the air after you leave —
Like perfume or a half-finished thought.
I hate how much I replay it.

Your

Hurts So Good

She is deliciously unhappy.
     Listening to heartbreak songs in minor keys, the melodies seem to flick her heart…flick,flick…Like the 4th grade bully who sneaks up behind everyone to flick an ear, thinking causing jolts of pain is the funniest thing since The Three Stooges. 
     Yea, that's

Heart break

Heart break.
It’s not just a feeling, it mentally messes you up. Heartbreak is so strong, it’s like a pain in your chest that won’t go away, it’s like you can physically feel your heart splitting in two. I wish I didn’t know how it felt to have your heart broken but unfortunately I do so

Story Of Pat

Story of pat,

Can you hear the sirens?
The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors,
Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived,
Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive.

Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us,
I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us,
Across the road

ALL THE SAKE OF HIS HAPPINESS

She served him tea and fed him his favorite snack,
And also kept a bouquet of roses in his closet's rack,
Yet he walked away without looking at them even once,
And she felt betrayed by one of her loved ones.

Yet, one day, when he was attacked my a robber,
She ran-up to save him while his girl walked

THE HABAIT OF YOU

We met, we talked, a bond took shape,
Feelings grew at a gentle pace.

Then love began, so soft, so deep,
His voice, the song my heart repeats.

Love turned to need like air & light,
A name I whisper every night.

& slowly, need started running through my veins,
Habit carved in joy & pain.

Some habits heal, & some leave a

AS IT WAS

I want to rewind and not change,
Stay and hold on to the days when your name felt like home.
When our conversations were not careful,
When love wasn't something to be attenuated,
But something that simply was.

I'm surviving the silence you left behind,
Trying to fill the gaps with memories,
Tricking myself, saying time can walk backward,
Can undo the unraveling,

how to walk with sissors

you asked me how to walk with scissors
I said my dear,
that's so bizarre
that's like asking how to get to Georgia
without using planes or cars,

a better man 
than myself
would've told you
darling
if you wanted to learn how to walk with scissors
you're better off crawling

you hold them by the blade my love
just like you did to me
you tell

Heart break

How many times will my heart break, tell me,?
How many tears will my eyes shed, set me free.? 
You feign love and speak hollow words,  
How long will you linger, still unheard?  

How many times will my heart break, tell me,?
How many tears will my eyes shed, set me free.?

For how many days

heart break from above

 an angel appears with something to say
as the clouds part, upon sunbeams rays
through teary eyes she recites
the message given from above

his heart brakes every time he hears...
our god is better than your god
and he is the one true creator 

his heart brakes every time...
 divisions are made upon
 these so called interpretations

his heart brakes

I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem

(I couldn't talk about it so I wrote a poem)
Predator
Heartbreak comes in many ways. 
The first one will haunt me for all my days.
 My every nightmare and dream has your face 
to ignite my screams, my heart beat haste.
Time won't heal this shattered trust,
 the lies you told of the future “us”.
You used your

Somebody that I used to know

I am afraid of being forgotten
Afraid of being the last one on your chat history
Afraid of being the side piece 
A cameo you used as the catalyst 
What if I don’t come to your mind when someone takes my name?
What if you don’t remember the last time we blushed the same?
What if you don’t remember

Because I Know No Lust

My friend told me I have never loved in my life
And that is why I have never felt the need to mix bodily fluids 
I find that strange considering I know heart breaks
But oh well, life paradoxes
Or I suppose I have no lust
 
I have kissed many a frog before
She says it's because I don't

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