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Broken hearted, alone and forsaken
A promenade in the misty twilight
Under bridges of Paris nights
I walk the years of time
The pain makes me feel real
I know I am alive
Loneliness lingers on
All I dreamed, has all but gone
Cut my heart and make me bleed
Fallen angels from the sky
Can not save my drowning soul
Gothic angels dress my earthly wounds
Crimson fires burn within
Killing the demons, and all my sin
The mist or morning, brings new hopes
Magicians and swords, keep dragons at bay
The final battle for this heartless soul
Will take place along a bridge called desire
I peer into zombie eyes
They are calling for me
Underneath is where I belong
Or so they say
Under bridges of the seine
Where broken hearts live
To die
Out of the crack, a life did rise,
A fragile bloom beneath the skies.
No gentle rain, no nurturing hand,
Just broken stones, a barren land.
But still, it fought, it clawed its way,
Toward the sun, it longed for day.
A tiny shoot, a will to grow,
A heart that hope would never forgo.
Like fragile souls, with spirits strong,
Who weather hardship all life long.
Though lost and lonely, cast aside,
Their dreams still bloom, a source of pride.
So let them rise, these broken hearts,
And find their strength in scattered parts.
For even roses, cracked and torn,
Can fill the world with beauty, born.
There's so much a young one learns, hears, and sees
besides ABC's and 123's
beyond saying "Thank you" and Please."
Some kids learn early in life
words can cut like a knife.
Some learn about strife
when loved ones break
their hearts, make
them sad
and
seem
not to
realize
or hear their sighs
They'll be grown some day.
Will they be the same way--
cold, distant, failing to say
"I'm proud of you. I love you so"
to loved ones, who matter most? They know
from experience that love needs to SHOW.
September 5, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's Contest 300
February 24, 2022
entered in Faraj Ajmal's Broken Hearts poetry contest
I hope this letter finds you well, happy with your choices,
And that your nose is not lifted up in disgust
At this last daring move that I made, so as to make
Myself heard one last time!
I just wanted to tell you to mind not the dark clouds
That I now carry in the celestial realms of my secret garden
As I have broken the pieces of the love that I held for you,
And I have burnt them in the depths of my own solitude!
My world shall remain the same one as you had known it
I am not leaving as, I have nowhere else to go,
But I have adjusted my sails in such a way
That I no more write of love songs, or of broken hearts,
But, I play, on my instruments, music entrancing enough
To connect with the source of my inner essence!
To be honest, I am just living as would an unfeeling robot
Going on my path as would a bird, feeding myself when needed,
And unfolding my wings when I feel like it and, of course,
Making as if, you never existed, while praying, all the time
For my final release from this world which had felt like home
Only at those times I was lost in the abyss of your gaze!
Written on 6th January 2021
For Contest The Last Love Letter
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
You can’t blame me if sometimes - I wonder why you cause me such pain and misery
Your swinging doors are always locked by midnight
When you toss me out and put away the key
That song on the juke box drives me crazy
And the whiskey hides the sorrows, I suppose
Each night the past comes back in time to haunt me
for broken hearts that’s the way it goes
Will the last one be free if I’m leaving
Drinking memories from a bottle is killing me
The glamor of your nightlife, so imposing
When I go, will the last one be free
I look in the mirror and I - wonder
Are these lines on my face so plain to see
Each line runs a highway to destruction
And the end of the road is calling me
I sit alone at my table
And wonder how her love could grow so cold That neon light flashing in the window
Reminds me of a love that whiskey stole
I lost a good hearted woman
For I’m a man of the world
I have the love of the honky tonk inside me
But I can’t sell it to a daddy’s girl
I’m leaving this honky tonk in Dallas
And I’m walking to that lonely room of mine
As that neon light fades into the darkness
That old stairway gets mighty hard to clamb
Someone will remember us even in another time
Broken hearts overflowing from love we left ouremotion sign
They will try to find our passion footprint left in the sands of our home
They will read our poetic story and in their minds we will forever roam
They will speak of our caring for eachother with a smile upon there face
They will try to find the essence of our tears of joy in every single space
They will try know our gentle touch from our shadows that still remain
They will be jealous of our joined souls and proudly speak our name
They will want to live in the very fabric of our kiss
They will judge themselves less fortunate spending a moment in our eternal bliss
They will always dig for our treasure but sadly will never find
They will never understand that our eternal love exists in our heart soul and mind
In there quest to learn they will realize how we left nothing but a rhyme
Someone will remember us even in another time
Waves of anticipated distance- cheerfulness and goodwill
reasons to part quite enormous
reflected in displayed emotions
long hugs, passionate waves, incomplete smiles and contact exchanges.
Queues and checkpoints, controls and duty free sales
all activities winding up in a goodbye
From the departure lounge, mothers with their kids walk
fathers with uptight faces already anticipating the next business moves
children in mental freedom roam and play
singles, so direct in focus to the flight entry’s aisle
unfortunately it’ll be an irreversible one
and an exit with a permanent stamp.
A calamity not even the tenders of coincidence anticipated
a disaster totally human in occurrence
forcing the Germanwings to get broken
by a hand unwilling to perish alone.
Exposure wasn’t enough to nurture a sense of humanity
education was weak to pump water on a soil of love
a hundred and fifty lives given to hades
without cause or reason, just on a platter of Gold
a well calculated crime beats the justification of a psychiatric malfunction
resulting to an all-lose situation
broken wings, lost lives and broken hearts
as once again, history stands still in black robes
for us all to say
goodbye our friends and adieu to our beloved children
In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows linger, dreams depart,
The path of grief begins to wind,
A journey through the fractured mind.
**Denial** cloaks the soul in shrouds,
A veil of fog amidst the clouds,
A hollow echo, faint and thin,
Where reality can’t enter in.
In this place, the world seems still,
The pain subdued, the heart is still,
Yet somewhere deep, a tremor calls,
A whisper through the echoing halls.
**Anger** soon ignites the blaze,
A furious storm through mournful days,
An unrelenting, searing fire,
That burns through hope and will’s desire.
It lashes out, it seeks to find,
A reason for the troubled mind,
A target for the raging storm,
A way to break the endless norm.
Then comes the **bargaining**, a plea,
For what was lost, for what could be,
A dance with fate, a subtle twist,
To change the past or clear the mist.
Promises to mend the wrong,
A hope that reason will prolong,
The grasp of loss, the aching fear,
In every whisper, every tear.
**Depression** settles like a shroud,
A silent, dark, encircling cloud,
It drapes the spirit, heavy, still,
A void where light and joy are nil.
In this embrace, the heart may sink,
The soul retreats, the thoughts may shrink,
A hollow space where sorrow grows,
And endless night in darkness flows.
Yet from the depths of darkest night,
Emerges **acceptance**, faint yet bright,
A quiet peace amidst the pain,
A gentle hope to start again.
It’s not a cure or quick reprieve,
But understanding to believe,
That though the scars may still remain,
The heart can heal from sorrow’s strain.
Acceptance is a tender place,
A space where one can still embrace
The memories that never fade,
The love that once and still pervades.
It’s knowing that the journey’s end
Is not a loss but a time to mend,
A path where pain and healing blend,
Where broken hearts can gently mend.
So through these stages, one will tread,
With tears and hope and words unsaid,
Each step a chapter in the quest,
To find a place where grief can rest.
For in the depths of loss and pain,
There lies a strength we can regain,
A light that guides through darkened skies,
And helps the spirit to arise.
Love's Justice
broken hearts, need time to mend,
you can not give, your love away,
you can not bend or make it sway,
Love's Justice
cripple's he that does not stay,
to find true love and win the day,
you can not bend or make it sway,
Love's Justice
demands that you must find true love,
the love, that makes your heart beat race,
the love that drives, a heart that's true,
Loves Justice
cripple's those, that do not hear,
cripples those, that can not see,
you must have love that sets you free,
Loves Justice
with love, the star light, singing bright
with love, that's true, the feelings new,
the song of love increases you,
Loves Justice,
with love that binds her soul to you,
the star light sings it's songs for you,
loves justice, overcomes what's wrong,
Loves Justice,
blinds forever more,
true love, it's path but never smooth,
the grip of love, will help you through,
Loves Justice
yes my friends there's battle's more,
but now with love the sky's your cage,
with love you overcome the rage.
Lead me to a place where broken hearts reside,
Where tender threads of love and hope abide,
Where wounds are healed inside,
And transformation's gentle breeze does gently glide.
Across the bridge of time, where memories unfold,
Into the brightest days, where stories are told,
Melodies of contentment and delight resound,
In harmony with my soul's deepest desires profound.
And there, the essence of who I truly am,
Is celebrated without reservation, free from alarm,
No masks or pretenses, just the purest of heart,
A reflection of the beauty that sets us apart.
Lead me to places high, where skies stretch wide and far,
Where a day shines like a sparkly star, and winds whisper low and near,
The whispers of change, a gentle, guiding breeze,
That stirs the soul, and sets the spirit free to seize.
Lead me to a place where dreams are born anew,
Where fears are cast off, like autumn leaves, and all is true,
A place where hope and courage intertwine,
And the beauty of the journey is forever divine.
In this sacred space, where hearts are mended with care,
I'll find my true self, and leave my doubts and fears to share,
For in the stillness, I'll discover my inner light,
And shine like a beacon, guiding others through the night.
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