Long Broken heart Poems
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To mend.my broken heart
She loves me no more
Once cherished and
Adored
Now I am bruised and
Sored
I thought this was
The part, were she:d
Be my wife
We have a lovely start
Someone to love the
Rest of my life
She wishes to be apart
This bed of thorns
I share alone
All those days full of
Love
Those days are all
But gone
Meddlers played their
Part
All this tentions share
You and I are apart
This burden I must
Bare
Cry like a rainy day
Which causes
I have known
I have a broken heart
Which then am all
Alone
Now that we are part
All feelings aRe gone
Help me mend my
Broken heart
For which I can't
Pretend
Make me full of
Love
Be more than a Freind
Devote all of your
Time
For which must be
Repaid
Marry me when you're
Smart
Love me all of future
Days
See I Know I ain't been perfect
I have faults to
Those times I spent with
Others
I should've been with you
Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy,
the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed
when your charisma drizzled on me
like the soothing rare summer rain of oasis.
The flame of my heart was stoked
by the breeze of the yearning spring.
Flaring beauty of glowing fresco flashed
on the beguiled blushing face of desire.
The wilted petals were dislodged
by the destructive dust storm of desertion.
The split flower saw the dreams in debris,
its shriek was lost in the quietude of desert.
As you drifted away from my stormy horizon,
thunder of torment ripped my forsaken flower.
The broken heart suffering mute pain I protected
for you to hear silence speak in emotive eloquence.
"While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house: [19] And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are dead; and I only am escaped alone to tell thee. [20] Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped, [21] And said, Naked came I out of my mother's womb, and naked shall I return thither: the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD."
~Job 1:18-21 KJV
hands clutch hair and pull to mask the sorrows,
to feel the pain, the hurt, one understands
knowing they are gone in all tomorrows
death is far, yea, far from these mortal hands
And so, to show how wide the sorrow spans
rip, or cut, yea, shave what sets us apart
symbolic of a bruised and broken heart
golden locks or black, once all cut away
identity lost, the same now we art
symbol of grief connects past with today.
The earth gave up its secrets,
you were gone with the morning's dew,
covering all that thirsted for a sip.
The soil turned into a softness,
dark, warm and tightly contained,
a drop of dew's left on your lovely lips.
When the moon shines tonight,
I will walk beneath its light,
determined by my quest.
Lovely are the stems,
clutched beneath my fist,
white lilies for your chest.
A drink is what they crave,
the sun spoils it all,
a tree provides some shade.
I visit you often,
waiting for the day,
when my beds made with a spade.
No one could ever know,
the depth of love that grows,
beneath the darkness of night.
Shadows fall each day,
behind my broken heart,
as I wait for the next moonlight.
In black I cry,
the moon lights my way,
my steps are weary at best.
My tears quench a thirst,
for the lovely lilies I have picked,
to lay upon your chest.
People assume you are very spoiled,
Having everything while others toiled,
Enjoying love ever encompassing,
Wanting for no material thing.
How surprised people would be,
If they spent some time inside me,
For your toys became your friend,
But a broken heart would not mend.
No one to tell your secrets to,
Or make a story seem brand new.
No one there to share your fears,
Or wipe away your salty tears.
For once my parents had passed,
Memories with them are my last,
Oh, a brother or sister would have been so fine,
Eternal happiness could have been mine.
Written July 12, 2011
Placed 3rd in "An old or new poem contest"
Cool calm soft serene
humble heart of mine
aching being lone,
as crack was shown
on once -made promise.
leaving a permanent bruise.
My heart beats are to pulsate
in slow rate as I’m alive till date.
Not expected tragic end of love.
Surely I didn’t deserve.
Flow of tears to start
piercing crust
of my wounded heart.
Wow secreted from tears-flow
yielded pearl of dolour to glow.
Fractured heart hard to be healed
The holes couldn’t be sealed.
Dreamy desires lost expectancy
Me sinking in deep despondency.
He promised me to be back by tomorrow .
Years had passed, my heart is now hollow.
For that ‘tomorrow’, I’m still awaiting -
My heart is sweating !
He promised me never to be apart,
but walked away leaving my broken heart.
“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
Khalil Gibran
In days of darkness,
sad stars shimmer like somber souls.
Upon the return of solitude,
whilst shaping strings of silence,
a troubled tongue becomes a soundless voice.
In each tear there is torment.
Reminiscing unredeemed memories,
heartbeats of the heartbroken echo gently at nightfall,
as a black blanket covers indigo horizons before my eyes.
In an anthology of angst.
Shrouded shadows in manipulative mirrors,
shield the sensitivity of sincere speech.
Without words, embodied emotions,
integrate into invisible inflictions.
Perpetual pain from a poisonous past,
repeats in an unrhymed repetitive rhythm,
as fragile fingers trigger hidden trauma.
In the midst of misunderstood metaphors.
There are secrets in suppression,
with so much lost in a suicide of expression.
Spiteful spirits reappear, reflecting like
neoteric neon drops on midnight shores,
washing away forlorn forgotten footsteps -
yet the sorrows continue into tomorrow.
Trials of time leave behind trails of truth,
as facts of fate fail in this false fairground we call life.
Reflections of regret resonate a reality,
where the world is working on its own worries.
In hollow nothingness, death is a blessing,
as no one offers holy hope -
only silence remains.
The flash of deception has left me blind
Your words cut deep in my flesh and were unkind
My bones are broken will they ever heal
Your gone from my presence can this be real
I lost my love and it ripped me apart
I wear all my scars except my broken heart
My ears are deaf from your broken word
I was maimed for life and goodbye was all I heard
From the last embrace my hands hurt so much
You left me and now I cannot touch
I lost my love and it ripped me apart
I wear all my scars except my broken heart
I opened my mouth but there is no sound
Your lies ceased to make my heart pound
My lungs are empty I have only one final breath
When true love returns I can rise from death
I lost my love and it ripped me apart
I wear all my scars except my broken heart
NO MORE LOVE POEM
“”..... Ander her picture when she cut her wrists and so the kid saw the picture and his prick went Whoop Whoop Whoop,,,”
- Trantino. The Great Blafigria Is.
“ … For I dream I know not how¡
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.”
-The Bridal Ballad. Edgar Allan Poe
Please Stop.
I don’t want falling in Love
& being pretty smart
O mamma mia.
When the Train is Gone
I thrower in motion:
I don’t hit the nail on the head¡
I’m going wild against the Wall
Slap-up meal.
My brain’s been ****ed
When yr love is come
Toot toot
Damn ***** ate my dog.
Then haemin’s yr Ass:
Love is a silly thing
Fancying that
All over the place
And to die
Of a broken Heart, ja, ja ja.
Hey captain¡ Hey captain¡
My arm chaplain is incapable.
Hey Captain¡ Hey Captain¡
I think we’re gonna cum
In the twinkling of an eye:
The end of the love
Lies inside you¡
Do you know Do you see:
All lovers are Rapier pigs
bastard Gentlemen of rape
Looking out at all rissoles
In the churches’ streets
& saying:
” let me darkle
Or let me daze”.
With Langston Huges’ motto
As we live and learn:
“Dig and be dug
In return”
No more Love Poem
Darkly Vampire.
Carry me to Yr Black Ritual
Of bloody Love
Leaning lip-poised.
We tremble to receive
The darkly ****ing Eucharistic
To touch Perceive
Touch Explore
And yet with utmost Sinful care
Slide Melt
Devour.
The *****Cock
And Chicken
In the head of lustful night
Carry me.
If Broken Were A City.
If Broken were a city, it'd be so far away.
No one would want to visit yet many there would stay.
Not by choices that they made but by love they somehow lost.
Oh how they long to leave, but can't pay what it cost.
The weather's dark and dreary, it rains there every day.
But no one seems to notice. Nothing matters anyway.
Flowers very seldom grow, when they do they go unseen.
Trees are stripped of leaves, the grass no longer green.
There's rivers all around it, there's no bridge that they can cross.
They can't swim the river, for the drowning in their loss.
The water races fierce and wide, but sometimes still and deep.
It's fed by the tears they cried on nights when they can't sleep.
The streets have names like lonely and there's one called sadness too.
With billboards to remind them of all that life has put them through.
There are no trains and buses, they never go nowhere.
Except a park called empty, where they just sit and stare.
No one there has much to say but if they talk at all.
Overwhelmed with their emotions the teardrops start to fall.
Their eyes are far from empty, you can see right from the start.
In the city they call broken, they all have a broken heart.
There's seldom any lights turned on, it's dark as it can be.
Because when you live in Broken there's really nothing much to see.
So if you find you're in Broken, you won't be bothered much.
It's void of all the things you loved, you can look but you can't touch.
There are no celebrations, people come here just to grieve.
No one knows until they get here, that they can never leave.
Don't send no cards or letters, no one ever gets their mail.
Cause this city they call Broken. Is just another name for hell.
Edwin C Hofert