Long Heart break Poems
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I plant violets,
Pretty violet,
And bushes,
But I can't get why I'm crying,
All of a sudden my face is drowned,
My ears flopping down from my head,
As I have no one to cry into but my arm,
I'm alight,
I'm just fine,
I-I feel just perfect,
It's hot I'm ment to be,
It's how I'm supposed to be,
I don't smoke,
But I don't Cigarettes in my garden,
I don't drink,
But find bottles in my rich soil,
As my tears kill my pretty plants,
The Garden that means the world to me,
The Garden I made from my heart and soul,
Slowly decaying from my Varry tears,
From the things I don't do,
So I wonder...,
What is killing me.
Who's making My Kitsune heart break
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
Post-heart break
and it sinks in.
I try to convince you,
but it's too late.
Too late for trying
too late to change my mind-
cause it's you that I want
and you I think of
when I blink,
breath
or sleep.
But you tore me in half,
gave me your word
and I believed you
oh how I believed you.
You twisted your head,
mind began manipulating
and as I drowned in my own guilt-
because falling for you was default
you caught me in mid-air
unaware it could happen so fast
then you kissed my cheek goodbye-
no explanation.
Only the knots that clenched my lungs
and the throbbing of drenched eyes-
a thunderstorm inside,
mask to decline the assumptions
because
there's a fine line between love and hate
Dawn hurls new day as sad sighs breeze,
Grief comes to sway abrupt lost lease.
Yes death's a thief that steals and takes,
Grief floods not brief with this heart break.
Pain lines each face of kin and kind,
The living space hurts peace of mind.
Eyes streak with tears as loss sparks plain,
For one so dear that death has slain.
Too soon, too late, words fail to sum,
Closure frames fate yet grief feels numb.
Your time's now past from this good earth,
One look at last ere death claims mirth.
Few words can tell of history,
Brief fragments dwell this eulogy.
A good man died upon this shores,
And yes we cried like not before.
Leon Enriquez
02 January 2016
Singapore
How many ways can a heart break?
When do the cracks first appear?
How soundless is the first hairline fracture?
It starts to spread
Almost unnoticed
Imperceptible
Except for a little discomfort
A little doubt
A little sadness
Unsure why or how
But….a little pain begins to develop...
A forgotten smile
A withheld word
An embrace that ends a little too soon
A kiss a little less fiery than before
A look that no longer devours
A caress that no longer ignites
A time that is no longer shared
A silence that is not companionable
A dream that is dreamt alone
The break widens
The pain deepens
And no amount of denial
Will alter the awful truth
That your heart is breaking..
And now you can hear the sounds
Of the walls crumbling
And the pieces falling
And you’re left to wonder...
How many ways can a heart break?
Where have all the pieces gone?
When did the first sign appear?
How can you carry on?
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I never knew when poetry became my passion
I never knew when my passion became my profession
I was a person who could not write a letter
But love made me the poet without a question
And nostalgia is making my writing skills better and better
Certainly love broke my heart
As it is doing since antiquity
But my poems reaching to every part
And touching every heart
Writing poem gives me a kind of tranquillity
My effort is let tears not come in anyone's eyes
My eyes know what a torrent comes everyday
When any heart gets broken
Let my poems be a sun rise
And dry all the weeping eyes
May they Bring hope and light every day
May not a single heart, break again
Form:
So many men who take
And in doing so cause damage and Heart break
To women who must put the pieces back together
They rise up from the pain
They start looking once again
In the stormy weather
For this beautiful thing called love
They rise above
The pain
With new hope again
Only to meet the same or worse calibre as before
Not realizing the drama that's in store
Men want their needs to be met
So they will pressure for it until they get
A woman's chastity. They...
Spend a little but expect a lot in return. They
Keep women as back ups for when they get burned
Her parents never told her about the nature of men
And how to be smart in dealing with them
How to be assertive and when to walk away
And how to attract only the right one to stay
So after all that happened why did she stay?
When this was clearly not the only way?
She lost all hope and was tired of looking
They all cause pain
The efforts of looking once more will all be in vain
The routine of hurt will remain the same
What she seeks does not exist
Therefore it was futile to persist
Audrey
I love my Audrey very much
She turns my world upside down
She spins a word like a magician
She counts the seconds until we meet
She knows what love is and what its for
She transcends the moon and stars until they unite all for the grace of God
She is my ying to my yang
She is a house full of jokers when all you need is aces
She is poetry complete wuth degrees in being cool with it
She wants what I want and that is world peace
She knows how to get it too and loves devided are not on the scale of her being
She was my heart break but now she is my heart take
She is wonderfull and I am merely a man
She is the guru while I am merely gurus child
She would win any competition of beauty but ghen sh,d hide and say its not fair
She will be my guiding light when darkness peers through my window
She is a norrowing of a door when I am merely the gap between darkness and light.
She is Audrey My one true love eternally forever until I die.
Audrey.
Your picture is still in the same place
There on the stand beside my bed
There are so many memories of you
That will forever be fresh in my head
Tonight I can't sleep and as I lay here
I find myself staring at your picture
That familiar pain is building strength
There's been plenty of suffering to endure
But I don't mind the pain it causes
I believe that it's beneficial for me
It plays the roll of some reminder
So I never forget what we used to be
All the love I gladly gave to you
Was without a doubt the best I had
I don't understand how our love
Didn't last and turned out so bad
After all these years I still love you
Through the pain of my heart break
My love for you has never wavered
It's pure and true nothing at all fake
I look up at the clouds above me and I feel the weight of nature dancing around me and the colors keep changing, the mountains are shaking and my heart is breaking.
It is not the heartbreak you get when you fall in love or the feeling you get when the day is done; it is the heart break of the unknown and the depth that you feel when your emotion is real and reality is forcing you out of the town.
The morning with its architectural designs wraps its passion around the divine and the drawing in the middle of the ceilings reveal an eighteen century meaning but the pattern in the corner of the roof, is not Dante, Picasso or Michelangelo, it is one baked in modern truth and the story the teacher told in the prime of our youth.
The rain is hiding in the clouds and the birds are loitering about and I felt a sudden urge to sing; I have no words, or instrument but just the colors gliding in the clouds that tell me what life is about.
I breathe my thoughts on the leaflet and the moisture from my breath creates meaning on the page and the heavens starts to blaze.
I run my finger through the imaginary shapes surveying the texture and lines in the corners, those designs can be traced back in time and the evidence is there staring at you and all of a sudden you get a break through but some things never go away.
Spring has come and gone and summer is waiting for me in the temperature over a hundred a fifty degree, everything changes so quickly and sometimes I am feeling very sorry, it is not the feeling that I would like to have or the one that ,makes me feel sad; it the mood that circulating in the air and the emotion that will cause you to fear.
The clouds are shaped in multitudes of colors and the wisdom of time is running around, taking you where destiny is bound, the color of life is mixed up in the atmosphere and I will tell you what you want to hear.
Take me to airport and I will show you how a simple design can turn things around and parachute the space ship out of the ground.
The colors in the clouds are wearing a brand-new gown.
how many times can a heart break?
how many times before the pieces don't fit together?
does time truly heal all wounds?
does it ever get better?
I don't think I could do this again,
don't think I could bear this type of agony.
I hate that this is what I've become,
an endless cycle of tragedy
the weight is all-consuming
a pressure that even substances can't shake
it's present even while I'm sleeping
borderline unbearable when I wake
I miss the life I used to have,
the one where I didn't care.
if a higher power does exist,
what made them think that this is fair?
honestly, how many times can a heart break?
how many times before the pieces don't fit together?
does time truly heal all wounds?
please tell me it gets better...
k.s. <3