"brokenheart" poems
A Man who believes
In word of affirmation,
To love and cherish a woman
Entice with his natural charms
To court a real woman,never
Mistreat her with his immature
Mistakes
A Real Man,A nor womanizer
Who impregnates bunch of girls
To use his babies,as a trophy
For the glory as of a stolen
Diamond to his gang.
A Lad who spread legs
Of a Lady for dump victory
To find gold.
But,He who takes responsibilities
When they occurs and never denies,is a man.
Who share a burden of his brokenheart
Angel and embrace,
Is whom who wakes up early,
Say a prayer and hustle to care
For his family,and never backs down.
Vanquish life with vasted hopes.
A Man who knows Man's presence
To a Woman's heart...
...He is The True Essence Of A Real Man
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:55 AM UTC
Brokenhearted lovers.
Learn to let go.
To try to control anyone.
Means you have no control at all.
Brokenhearted lovers.
Seek ways to heal.
Losing a lover is a bitter pill.
But move on.
Readjust your feelings to be free of hurt.
And it starts the moment you accepts the hurt.
Insecurity is a weakness of fear.
When you yearn for your love.
Who has found another?
Even if they were dishonest with you.
Accept it as a sign.
They wasn't worth of the essence of you.
Built up a inner strength that you control.
And when the next lover comes along.
They will cherish you more than you thought possible.
Counsel yourself.
All because it's free.
And you'll find in yourself.
A strength that can't be bent.
So brokenheart soul explore yourself.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Dear you,
who used to be my source of happiness
when life was being a ***** and pressure is real
You found me in that short period of time we sat together
and just like that, we talked about everything
and our little dreams;
where you are you
and I am I
And it’s just your smile
that shines the darkest-little-room of my heart
when being with you simply brings happiness to my sky
Dear you,
who used to be my highschool sweetheart
and will forever be a best-friend of mine
in this very ****** life
When being a human means,
you have to deal with a lot of sadness
And by loving someone means,
you have to deal with a lot of goodbyes
While you;
were the very first person
whom said to me ‘goodbye’
and didn’t leave me with a brokenheart
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 4:45 AM UTC
You became my convict,
a murderer of my happy days,
a cigar that I puffed the wrong way,
an terminal illness
that I would take no pill for,
my best deal to die
o'er a brokenheart,
my final destination
when I am lost and broke,
the reason to meet a tailor
for my suit,
to go into a coffin;
when you could have been
by my side
and into all that I ever dreamt about
as I planned rest of my life with you.
You could have been my Snoopy,
for I could have been your only
CharlieBrown.
You could have been my lover, my escort,
my bride hanging onto the other side of my lips.
Goodnight now, Mrs. Sanders!
Goodnight so long, so far!
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
*A heart crushed
Craves love
Yet it can no longer
Trust*
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
It's not when we met
because nothing comes to mind.
It's not all the times you made me laugh
you, me, us, we, rolling around on the warm beach sand
because nothing comes to mind.... right?
The faint kisses on cheeks and whispers
of sweet cheesiness...
nothing. comes. to. mind.
What I do remember is the present, not the past.
It's the way we pass each other
without saying a word,
memories locked away, greetings and questions
kept in an air-tight chest.
I've gotten a taste of my own medicine,
you could say perhaps.
A heartbreaker with a brokenheart.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:22 AM UTC
She's my beginning, she will be my end.
For she is the one and only one for me, my brokenheart will mend.
She's beautiful in more ways than one, she my special little someone.
But, sadly, a witch has come to tear us apart.
I don't want us to go down badly.
So I am here to the grave to dig.
though the witch that is trying to tear us apart is as fake as Donald Trump's wig.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Strive to forget the lost romance
Wisely concealing the scars of yesterday's pain
Echoes of the past softly whispering
Hang those heartaches in the wall
For everyone to see the true love that begoned
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
*I stitched but it's still visible
I came knocking but
it seems I'm invisible
I'm too tired to pick up the shards
In a lonely night where
I hug my knees
weeping on my pillow,
covered with sheet
feeling the pain
What should I do,
my soul is wreck
Nocturnal thoughts hooting
like an owl in the wilds
I'm surrounded by darkness
and all I feel is sadness
This is what I call madness
because I'm just...
I'm just so helpless.*
-A
10/11/14
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
I don't know how it all first started
All I knew was you came like the sun in rainy days
Joyful, warm, delightful
But I was too in love with the rain
Even when you shined brightly
But you didn't give it all up
You stayed
You were always there, when I locked myself in the dark
What a senseless silly girl, I was
What an ignorant person I was
I never knew that stranger could make me smile this wide again
I never knew that stranger could make me laugh this much
I never knew that stranger could make me feel loved
I never knew that...
I would fell for that person who was a stranger to me
I once told myself
I promised myself not to involve your feeling into anyone or anything
But I guess I'm just fooling myself as the clock ticking
The more we talked, the deeper I fell for you
I couldn't help myself but to let myself fell
Hoping you would catch me
But, again, I forgot that someone said that falling is hurt
But I'm loving every minute of it
I enjoyed every pieces of my heart that had been shattered
Hoping that you would heal me
But, expectation is a cruel *******
You never get what you want
It only leads you to another brokenheart
So I stay here, with every pieces left, trying to build walls
And go back to my old self
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
The wall was up high
No one dared to cross
But we both tried
I got stucked in the middle
Saw only darkness
You fiddled
A wail from me
a scuffle from you
I already knew
One thought to understand
One ought I'd understood
I slowly sank
I quickly grabbed
A rabbit above
Lilies, my favorite, at the top
Scratches
Bruises
A brokenheart
One hand held me up
Struggled for breathe
Forced me to go forward
Now I look at the sunrise
Alongside him onwards.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:51 AM UTC
That unselfish feeling given so freely.
How can you treat love so badly?
When it's offered to you so kindly.
Somethings requires certain respect.
If it isn't love.
Then what is it?
That one person different from the rest.
Who gives you their very best?
Deserves to be cherish.
So ask yourself?
How can love be treated so badly?
The reason we ask this question.
Is causing we're seeking a solution to it.
We know from personal observation.
That many people has blew it.
Simply lost a good love.
And now they knows the reason's for their brokenheart.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 11:19 AM UTC
We get ****** and we fume.
questioning the very
creation of the universe
wondering why our hearts
are forever broken.
And we blame it on them.
Oh yes, them!
Those wretched *******
such users.
Them ******* ********
huge takers.
And when we look,
when we look at that joker
in the mirror,
we never say,
"I love you."
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Blissful
Love penetrates through a brokenheart
Peace elevates a soul to meet its art
Happiness creates a home of loving arms
Peaceful
Love penetrates an origin commonality
Peace elevates a lost soul's spirituality
Happiness creates an acknowledged personality.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
In a fragment of a lifetime history
Counted are the precise point in time
Where the past reflects the future, becoming our present
This includes the reasons why we parted ways;
It was an accordance to a heated moment one night ago
Of our dreadful argument and misunderstanding
Even the days that came, was still a raging storm;
It was travail, painful, a difficult experience
Even the weeping of my eyes can not cease the brokenheart bleed;
Until everything became still, silent like strangers meeting for the first time
And we know both this is our unexpected ending of our history.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
She had a rough start
Indirect communications
Blinded by words from third parties
"I don't like her" they say
Seething masses of resentment
"Where did I messed up?" she asked
A pursuit of calm in calamity
Behind those eyes, lies 2 pools of regret
Flooded every night, dries when the sun comes
Behind those lips, lies a fake smile
Switching its curves, as the sun switches with the moon
Behind her chest, lies a brokenheart
Constantly stitching itself with false hopes
Laughter through tears is her favorite emotion
But little did she realise
She is a combination of soft and strong
A combination where science could not fathom
She was a steel, and forever a steel
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
It hurts.
It cares.
It loves.
And it gives.
This is the truth about love.
Let nobody deny this to you.
Cause their deception would be further from the truth.
We all have felt hurt.
We all have ways of caring.
We all have loved.
And even if we won't admit it.
We all have given.
And we didn't need a million dollars.
All these things has a foundation about the truth about love.
A brokenheart seeks to be healed.
It doesn't seeks to be hurt forever.
This heart of ours wants to care.
Many of them has a lot to give.
This built up of emotions has a triple amount of love to give.
I just speaking, what we all know?
When it concern the truth about love.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 7:19 AM UTC
One thing good about having a broken heart,
is that you can do whatever thing you want,
cause you don't have to worry or scared,
your heart gonna break again.
You're free to go
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
In a world of frustration I want peace
In a world of hurt I want love
In a world of confusion I want sense
In a world of silence I want a conversation
In a world of insomnia I want a rested head
In a world of disaster I want to howl with laughter
In a world of space I want cosy
In a world of my own brokenheart I want you to make it whole again.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC