Short Broken Love Poems
Short Broken Love Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Broken Love by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Broken Love by length and keyword.
Broken love
open flesh wound
across my heart
aching love
wax heart dripping
burning across
my flesh
smoldering love
Form:
Bouquet in your hand
Loveless love I tend
Except smile
Don't leave file
Broken wall please mend!
-July 19, 2018 Chattogram
Your phoenix tattoo
Etched in inks, black, red and blue.
Firebird for Firebrand.
Risen, emancipated,
Unshackled from broken love.
Beautiful walls
A never ending fall
Colored in mist
Drowning in kisses
It’s a beautiful lie
A never ending life
Drawn in crayons of
Broken love.
iron hammer, broken magnet in thousand pieces
even though, its keep attracted towards iron
like my heart,will always attracted in you with all broken pieces.
Broken love.
Fancy flesh.
Driven mad.
Cool and clean.
I'm thinking of desire
and playing with fire.
I'm getting higher and higher.
The spark of innocence
is upon me.
She comes as quite as a whisper,
Behaving as calm as a snail.
Still somehow turns my world upside down;
leaving me in a chaotic game,
as if the whole world is shouting her name.
Beautiful, but not perfect
Wonderful, yet hurting too
Loving, but with regret
Amazing, yet painful too
Conflicting feelings
Send me reeling
Love that’s sealing
But still stealing
her piggie died my
love denied
she cried I
cried
alone by her
side
honesty
decried
never should've
lied
perhaps death has
died
retry
retry
retry re-
try.
Once beloved
is now forgotten.
Once cherished
is now despised.
Once a beauty
is now marred.
Once loving
is now hurtful
It is a tragedy,
started by lust,
morphed by lies,
ended by hate.
It's a broken love.
Form:
BREAKING HABITS
What I once believed was love forever
Time has peeled and dimmed that glow
What we have here is addiction, Dear
A habit enjoyable and difficult to break
But cigarettes are gone and now so are we
Charles Eastland
The long-drawn-out throb of my core,
Mounting up my red lane,
It is so cold, my eyes are all sore
My atonements have been in bane,
One swell of solecism
Exonerating mine deeds unfeasible to deem,
My soul cries to death
My beautiful dreams drifted.
Apparently, I love the broken hearts.
broken love,
broken stories,
broken feelings,
And why wouldn't I?
Humans do tend to love what's akin to them.
we are leaving soon
through the heart of the
river compassion
back home to the
solace warmth of
the caring earth
pink room with
purple light
golden flowers
hungry dogs of black
brown white and mixed
floating in the chained
expectation of
broken love
we are returning
soon believe
Form:
with each word I say to you
I feel myself being taken
down by the undertow
below the boggy mire
as I struggled to say
just the right thing
I find myself sinking
trapped knowing inevitably
I'm helpless as each word
provides more of a struggle
into the quicksand
of our broken love
©SamHarty
The most I heard you say I love you
Was on the nights when all you could think about
Was seeing what was concealed
Beneath my clothes
I peeled the fabric from my legs, my breasts,
My hips
Unwrapping the ivory flesh
That no eyes but yours and mine
Had seen
Because that was when
You loved me most
I am not blameless
I am not shameless
I can't tame this
Feeling that I'm wondering
Aimless
My name is:
Fat little ball of broken love-struck stress
I am nothing more then nothing less
Sniffing dust just so I can be blessed
I wonder if I died just who would miss me
And if he'd ever get up the nerve to kiss me
Form:
Joe Bonamassa plays the blues
He comforts my withering soul
The records spin on the vinyl player
And I crank the speakers to ease the pain
But will I ever have my broken love restored
Yes, I think my love has gone away for good
Monday, May 15, 2023
Bitsize Contest no 64 Poetry Contest
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What are you to me?
A smiling memory,
A heartache in a jar,
A strong and mad elixir
I dared to drink
The taste is bitter now,
But I can still remember
How sweet it was
On your lips
And on mine
Sleeping seraph
Whose heart I held
Closer than you knew,
Was it in vain
What we exchanged—
A friendship for a broken love?
You called my name, blossomed pink through a screen
Red face, heart race, bewitched I fell sick in bed
A rusting rose emerged from my slivered soul
Before I slept, I remembered the first time I wished we met
The laugh, that made my days glitch
I'm here again, wondering what happened there
There were times, I yearned to see you again.
A memory cannot always be enough,
but a goodbye wouldn't help.
To look into the deep pools on your face
once more would be a shatter to my heart.
How to move on is no simple question
somehow, carefully, time mends the wound.
But it can only glue the broken pieces not restore.
Broken love is real as I now choose
to still love what is no more.
Form:
Life, lies, and deceit
A tear frozen on a timeless cheek
A past love, a past life
A new love, a tortured wife
A whirlwind of drinks and drugs
A push, a shove, a broken love
A rope, first flight, no life
A tear, time stops, no wife
The beginning, an end
The end, a beginning
Life, love, lies, and deceit
A tear frozen on a timeless cheek
How can I forget you,
your smile, your kind words?
How can I stop dreaming,
stop hoping and wishing?
Your voice, your eyes, your hands
always present, stirring memories,
each sweet thing said in my mind
like a broken love song.
Memories burning, scalding
and springing suddenly, violently.
So many rotting promises
and half lost wishes
and yet...
I can't let go.
Hair entangled in your hands
Pulling and jerking my being
The pleasure of pain
A bittersweet romance
The power over me
Tearing and biting my skin
A joy in my bloodshed
The tormented kiss
Your demands spat
Sweeping and controlling my spirit
The hope in fear
My only escape
Emotion in motion
Shattering bones, stopping my heart
A final act of violent passion
The crime of broken love.
If life were but an ocean
That gently but surely returns debris back to shore
Perhaps it would have undone our mistakes
And I may yet again have another chance at your heart and love
Much more than beautiful poetry to tease and tantalize
I stand here broken and begging for love, yes for your love
Oh that Venus would arise and summon cupid
Just maybe then, my aching heart will yet know some balm...