Short Broken Trust Poems
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A broken dream
A broken heart
Another love
Has been torn apart
A broken trust
A broken bond
Another tear
Watches love move on
Another day
Filled with sorrow
Another life
With no tomorrow
We can't go back,
you poured pain like gushing rain,
we can't go back, with broken trust.
We can't go back, your arrogance stand like fortress.
We can't go back after cremation,
nothing to go back to.
Form:
inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’
the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what’s become of us?
Love is sacred,
Given to the deserving.
Trust is sacred,
Given to the worthy.
Love can be Misplaced,
Like a pair of gloves.
Trust can be Broken,
Like a mirror.
Misplaced love can be hard to recover.
Broken trust can be hard to repair
When trust is broken can it ever be fixed again?
I don’t trust anymore
It’s hard to believe anything that comes out of people’s mouths
Maybe it’s because I haven’t fully healed yet
I don’t know
Maybe I’ve had enough from trusting the wrong ones over and over again
you stare
I looked
on the table
and the knife pierced on it
who will take the first
you
or I
I know for sure that you will act
but I'm very curious
when and how it
then I just close my eyes
pretend to sleep
so I can end my suffering
by letting you stab my heart in 3 seconds
Form:
Words are easy
Words are cheap
Hard to swallow
With tongue in cheek
A clap for wonder
A clap of praise
Left to wander
An endless maze
Broken promise
Broken trust
Words hid under
Flaky crusts
Crush the honour
Hush the scream
Take the objects
Please leave the dreams.
Fell back when I heard the rumble,
tell me when something was louder.
Pastel thunderstorms pack a punch,
dispel lightning at that shouter!
Scarce remix born of fire and hail
flares as the sunset’s descending.
Repairs won’t work on broken trust,
there’s no palette for pretending.
Not all my wounds will heal.
Some are just too deep for that.
Sorry doesn't make things better.
I have lost more than i have won.
My head is full of broken memories.
There's no painkillers for emotion pain.
It's easy to break a heart and break trust.
But some broken things can never be mended.
No words, hurt, pain, can’t breathe
The ache is indescribable
Face contorts with endless tears, a relentless flow
My body is numb, mind a blank
Disbelief at the horrible truth
For better or worse
Some things are unforgivable
Broken trust can’t be mended
The garden is full of weeds
Time to tend the soil and start again.
False identity
Union of make-believe
Broken trust
From two-faced love
The time has come
To become one
Back to who I always knew
Loss is life
And love means loss
Even when you love alot
There is no way
To win the fight
When trying to change
This two-faced life
Just become one
Like the Sun
Back to who
You always knew
Form:
Broken trust,
is that how it starts,
when falling apart?
Now, we stand at the crossroads,
jealousy rumbles like the cold, black wind.
Who was the first to sin?
My pain, always your pleasure,
when things were rough,
I could never suffer enough.
The bitter tragedy,
your struggle with guilt.
My wall, you built.
ALesiach © 01/31/2017
Agony of a crestfallen heart,
Seems magical the way it heals,
Extracting pieces of broken trust,
Still entrenched in it.
Trusting one's perception,
Looking forward to entertain
The upcoming moments,
Like ointment on bruises.
Cannot erase trivial impressions,
But, compassionate emotions
For the acquaintances around,
Act like the spells, diverting grief.
Astute and Proper,
Prim, correct.
Unswerving other doctrine
In the hurting dialect.
Cancelled checkbook;
broken trust. . .
Meaningful relationship of dust on rust.
"Always the new you."
"I'm the same feeling sound."
Underscores the meaning
Of having what we've found.
"Saw you for an option."
"Give me back what's mine!"
Cologne is out of fashion,
Maybe so is the profound. . .
Trampled underfoot
Two words that describe my life
Initially my first fiancée
And latterly my wife
To be cheated on
Then a broken trust
In monetary and in love
Like ageing bread, I'd be the crust
To their Lions
Is where I awake
Dazed and confused
How much more can I take
My peripheral world is hazy
Whom we meet, their sometimes not
Trample, more like trampled
My name is James, forget me not
I've fallen in love
With a soul
Giving goosebumps
In the story told
Of love
That unexpectedly arose
Leaving a sum
Of the pain i hold
From broken trust
Transformation shown
As i fell in love
Even though
It was meant for lust
Known
Still I've fallen in love
In a fire turned cold
Not sure because
Making it hard to let go
Searching for reason
Why i lost this soul
I admit I'm in love
Form:
Her chest cavity empty
Drained carelessly, caves
His brows smooth in relief
Hands wandering her body
Her insecurity replaced
by fraudulent worship
His muddy irises obscured
tears refusing to spill
This masked artifice
Unknowingly worn
Beguiles the youth
Her body atop, temporarily filled
bends with his breaths
cheeks tarnished by water
His lips brush her skin
She imagines her face
Empty again
strength they call her fondly
she's courage to some
i hold her hand, let her in
let her show me who i shall be
i hold her hand, let her in
let her guide me through the thorny scene
she stayed, with regret
hidden in neat folds of guilt
she held grief, letting broken trust be built
she held softness, she held peace
strength they call her fondly
she's courage to some
she's me to me, she has always been.
While volcanoes rehearse to show their teeth
lovers shouting from the well of the house
wave broken condoms rather than broken trust
conflate dissent on self-erasing slates
and prove worse than the old oxen
long following circuitous ways
billowing opposition, discalced defenders
they all assert superior dishonesty
sell cheap what is most dear or make
offences of new affections
I carry the tomb of unburied days
--R K Singh
i keep pondering
thinking about what was
but impossible to fathom what could've been
but i keep thinking about what was
because everything brings me back
to that couch
to those stairs
to his bed
they all could’ve been
and perhaps they even were
but everything disappeared
whether through betrayal or unreciprocated feelings
through uncertainty and broken trust
they were all gone
so why do i keep thinking
thinking about what was
Grinding, striving
Skin of teeth surviving
Death slowly arriving
As big brother takes and takes
More souls he rapes
Like picking grapes
Pay the man or lose
No wonder there's booze
To numb the choices we choose .
Empires built for nought
Morality now an afterthought
Politicians sold and bought
Futures forged on broken trust
Election lies , watch countries bust
As we wait our turn
To rust in the dust.
Up all night, once again
Too many thoughts, where to begin
Do I start with broken trust
Or the ones that involve lust
How about my daughters, that I miss
Or my ex, and our lost bliss
Falling in a deep dark hole
One of doubt, no self control
How I wish I had a soul to sell
Too many secrets I'll never tell
I've seen things that would make you cringe
Life ain't easy out on the fringe
Another days torture test
I'll rise above, but not like the rest
A lie is but a fleeting game,
Yet it can bring lasting shame.
It's starts with just a simple twist,
Then we find ourselves in a wistful mist.
We tell ourselves it's harmless fun,
That no one will be hurt when all is done.
But lies have a way of spreading fast,
And eventually, they caught up at last.
A broken trust is hard to mend,
An lies can lead to bitter end.
So let us all strive to be true,
And avoid the pain that lies ensure.
What have I uttered!?
Where do I stand?!
What Am I now?!
A day has begun
A role is to be played
The bells shall ring
A dove with a wounded wing
A Satan in an angels attire
The heart shall weep
A sinister image shall creep
A trust shall break
A friend! A vermin !
A friend un masked
A fiend! A swindler
The cloud is clear
The lies are translucent
A drop of tear
A swear! A curse! to the heavens
Two figures walk away
And Alas! Farewell.....
Broken promises and lies.
Dark hearts with selfish desires.
Tangled in their own web of lies.
unexpected surprises with undesired outcomes.
Stories are told when mysteries unfold.
And when mysteries are told secrets unfold.
The prettiest smiles have the deepest secrets.
And the deepest secrets are the darkest ones.
Broken trust with tear filled eyes.
Shattered hearts with endless pain.
The world has been so cruel since i opened my eyes.
When will i see the end to my pain.