"brokenhearted" poems
I don't want to drown among the lovesick poets--
They wax lyrical about love all day
Moan in pleasure in the night
Convert to a religion of romanticism--
Fuels them high on romantic idealism
till they fall back down to grounds of realism;
Turning into the brokenhearted poets I want to avoid--
They wax lyrical of their 'wounds' all day
Moan about their pain all night
as if the sky fell down;
To these poets, I'll give you a word of advice:-
Yours is not the worst on the plate;
be prepared to suffer pain if you only want pleasure.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
4 am is not for the happy
It is not for the fulfilled
It is not for couples sleeping soundly in each others arms
4am is for the lonely, awake in emptiness and the feeling of never being good enough
It is for the desire to be perfect
And to love and be loved in return
4am is for the poets spilling out their blood and thoughts on paper
Giving life to the words they did not have the courage to speak
4am is for the brokenhearted who spill tears that come to no end, a waste
And are wasted on missing someone who doesn't miss them
4am is for those with a smile on their faces but sadness in their eyes and hearts when they are cut their demons bleed out
4am is not for the happy or fulfilled or the couples sleeping soundly in each others arms
4am is for people like me.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
My brain's torn apart,
Full of the things you've said.
But I guess you don't really care anymore
About how much I'm hurt.
If you knew how I spent the few last nights,
Crying my eyes out, emptying my body
Now I'm empty.
I've given you everything ;
My trust, my passion, my heart, my love,
I had reorganised all my life
Depending on what you were doing
Or where you were going.
Oh I don't thing you realise
Or if you can even imagine,
The pain I'm going through right now.
Every time I hear a song, it reminds me of you
Every time I get a text,
I hope it's from you.
I wish I could call you when I miss you,
Like I used to do when we were together.
The hardest part in all of this,
is thinking that I will never be able to hold you
in my arms again,
Nor tell you I love you
and that I wish you were here with me.
I just want to taste your lips just one more time.
Spend the night with you, curled up in your arms,
My head would rest near your neck
Our fingers would be tangled,
again.
I can't stand to see you now,
I'm so hurt. If only you knew.
I can't believe you asked if we could stay friends,
Have your feelings for me died ?
I'm so sorry I ******* up everything
once again.
I keep talking to you inside my head,
I don't understand.
I must be going crazy.
Look at me now,
There's nothing left.
I still wish you would take me back.
I just want to crawl down at your knees,
Telling you how much I miss you
I'm so sorry I'm so weak,
I can't stop thinking about our moments together
Our first kiss is my best memory
But every second was source of joy.
Please forgive me for being so madly in love with you,
Now I'm just trying to pick up the pieces
of my broken heart.
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:11 PM UTC
You were beaten and bruised,
for the sinful likes of me;
three nails pierced Your flesh,
as You were hung… at Calvary.
An unthinkable act of Love
was cruelly executed for me;
for You took the punishment,
that had been… meant for me!
With forgiveness on Your breath,
You requested a pardon for those,
who carried out judgment on You,
as a death sentence was imposed.
A spear was ****** in Your side,
as Your demise was underscored;
when it was mundanely removed,
both blood and water had poured.
[chorus]
On The Cross of Calvary,
Love was brokenhearted;
Salvation was paid in full;
Grace’s flow was started.
[bridge]
We don’t fully understand,
God’s goodness towards us;
Sin’s debt was wiped out,
by the sacrifice of Jesus.
We adore Him, since Christ
had truly loved us first;
He bore the painful brunt
of payment for Sin’s curse.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Pet 2:24; Gal 3:10-14; 1 John 4:19
Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 8:37 PM 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
Oh be careful of them young boys
I heard my momma say.
Silly, I thought, what does she mean.
Surely saying young only refers to age.
Them young boys are gonna break your heart,
Play with you, tease you and capture you Straight from the start.
Them young boys? Impossible I say.
They love me too much to let things go that way.
Oh momma what do you mean when you say that they lie,
My dear child listen to me, it's better if you hide
Hide away from then young boys, its safer, trust me, you'll see.
Them young boys love to break your heart
Into tiny bits and pieces.
Yet still I chose disobedience and followed them young boys anyway.
Boy oh boy why had I not listened,
This is not child's play.
Now I sit, brokenhearted, with tons of memories as proof.
Proof of all i've been through, with all them young boys.
Listen to your momma my friends used to say, and I never understood why
But better that than a broken heart, that them young boys tore apart.
Listen to your momma big little girl,
She knows what she's talking about.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
writing over and over again
like a naughty schoolboy, repeating
i will not disrespect the teacher
i will not disrespect the teacher
until the lesson is scarred into his mind and the paper
except i'm not a naughty schoolboy
i'm a brokenhearted, ignorant girl
trying to get it through my head you don't like me back.
i have no feelings for you
i have no feelings for you
i have no feelings for you
i have no feelings for you
i write.
and write.
because that's what you told me.
not ceasing until i will learn the lesson myself,
but now it's my heart being scarred
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
To: The brokenhearted girl
And to the boy who broke your heart,
I honestly hope he's happy,
I hope he's pleased with what he had done.
I hope he's sleeping peacefully, because you aren't.
I hope he shivers in pain, when he thinks of you
I hope his ears get tired of hearing your name
Over, and over and over again
Especially on nights when he's restless.
Especially on nights when he can't sleep
Especially on nights when his eye lids won't shut.
I hope he remembers the taste of your lips
And yearns for it when your lips hits the lips of another man.
I hope his dreams are filled with images of you
Images of you happier than ever,
Images of you finding someone that's better.
I hope when he eats, he remembers how your hand cradled the food
How your lips surrounded it and how your jaws turned almost hypnotically as you savoured the food the same way you did to his tongue.
And I hope when the lips of another are on him, they'll feel like yours
And her touch, will feel like your touch,
And her hair,
Her hair ..
I hope it smells like yours.
And I hope the kisses of another, will feel like lashes compared to yours
And i hope their touch, will feel like burns compared to yours
As if he's receiving a punishment for letting you go
As if he's receiving a punishment for falling in the arms of another.
As if he's receiving a punishment for using the word "love" too much.
And i hope the minute he utters "I love you" , he'll remember the times he told you,
He'll remember each one of them as if it was yesterday,
Remember which ones were lies,
Break down in tears
And comes crawling back to you.
But darling, don't forget to tell him it's too late.
Sincerely,
An onlooker
(h.s)
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
You come around spreading your magic
But leave her feeling down and worthless
Alone and sad and brokenhearted
And I'm the one left to pick up the pieces
This is all to your blame
But you don't even have to see the pain
In her eyes
This is all your doing
But you don't have to see what's happening
You don't have
To see her cry
You're the one who did this
And I'm the one who's left
Picking up her
Brokenhearted
Pieces.
Jan 14, 2010
Jan 14, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
A day when all the brokenhearted gather round will be a day of glory
Sharing sad stories
A day when all the brokenhearted meet will be a time of fear
Memories will come back from the dead to haunt the recipients
Tears will shed and hearts may remain dead, but the brokenhearted may slowly become stronger because broken is better
Warnings will be said
And the brokenhearted will depart
The hearts may be broken but The Dragon will be awoken
And The Dragon is a powerful creature
The Dragon has not a heart which makes it all the more perfect.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Ever have that I want to be alone, but I’m lonely feeling?
You know like, on a Friday night everyone is out in good company
While you’re home on the couch because that’s where you want to be
And as you stare at your no missed calls or messages on your cell phone
A flash of loneliness comes rushing throughout your body
But then again
You’re home on the couch because that’s where you wanted to be
Right?
Ambivert by nature, surround me with people so that I can run around the whole room
Conversing with every clique and crew
Then when I’m drained take them away
This is the way I’ve always been
I don’t know why, It’s something I cant really explain
I cling onto my personal space, stay away from it I don’t want you in my way
But come back and be with me I need affection and some attention
I don’t really have any friends
An emotional roller coaster that’s never ending!
You cant be outgoing and be a loner at the same time
Choose A side and stop leaving people in confusion
Its like you’re bipolar, I cant take it and so I’m leaving.
I’m older, and now it’s affecting my love life relations
Brokenhearted
When will I ever become synced with my feelings?
A complicated mass mess walking amongst the crowds with her head down
One day I’ll conquer this mental confliction
Until then to stay hidden…
I keep talking
And to be heard
I remain in the dark corners, silent
[?????????????]
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:08 AM UTC
Shot in the head?
Shot
gun
In the passenger seat?
Shot 72 times...
through the windshield?
Shot of bad ****** >l--
Best friend shot?
Wife? Husband?
Brother or sister shot?
like Marley
or tupac?
Mom or dad?
Suicide shot ¿
SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!
too many and not enough
To drown.
A shot of grace
(
Shot-up Into the sky )
BIG-BANG-BACK-BOOM
shot from the living room
Exploding into fires. §
'''A million-billion bright stars'''
Too many fluorescent nights
And shiny cars
=π
° °
We need more
•••Blood-moon-shots•••
A wake-you-up call
Red sea midnights
And Icarus falls
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Shoot us down
Collapsing legs ¥
And a broken crown
#Please crush these bones#
Shatter femurs
Splatter marrow
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Crack Tuberosities
And break me
A crashing drone
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Before an invisible king
Sending me back
To his throne
Someday
You might answer me
So I pray
Don't you abandon me.
Shoot up shots
of saint brokenhearted brokenness
And see
What no-one else sees
A Sea
Of saltwater tears
Drown away
All our fears
Shoot me please
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•Blast aw • a • y •
All the fears
Dream of:
An infinite sway
Into the infinite place
I can be
A galaxy---or some other cool face
Of astronomical astronomy
Perhaps a nebulosity
A sign
Or constellation
Advertising
Across a blood-moon-sky
The end of time
COMING SOON!
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A hidden message...
I look to the east
--->
Your face from the sky
**Saying:
Hear you me?
Someday soon
You'll be
Here
With
Me ax.**
©Pax 2013
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 6:01 AM UTC
-Somehow-
“It will be okay.” you said.
“I doubt that, somehow.” I replied,
But I knew you wanted to help,
I understood how hard you tried.
“It’s falling apart.
Crumbling sights I can’t overlook.”
I said and looked in your eyes
You looked back and your heart shook.
I looked away and sighed
I realized it was no good
That you don’t see through my eyes
Even though try you would.
It was despair!
My eyes stung with tears.
But I couldn’t cry yet,
Not with your pure heart so near.
So I lied
Or maybe it was hope
I told you I’ll be fine
That you don’t need to worry anymore.
You smiled a little
I knew I had to try
There is still good in this world
For which I could stand up and fight.
“I’m still brokenhearted,
I’m still in despair,
But I have a little faith,
Enough to tell you that I care.”
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
He has a hold over me
and he shouldn’t.
I have a new boyfriend
and he may not always treat me right
but he’s there.
He has been someone that’s been with me for 9 months
and he says he loves me
but I don’t think I can ever love him
when I believe my heart still belongs to someone else.
I don’t know where my someone else stands
when he thinks of me.
The words “I love you” has passed his lips,
but it has been months since he told me that
and I think that feeling has been extinguished
and it kills me to think that it has.
See I never told him
and I feel like I should have
now I believe it to be too late
as he is trying to move on
and I have three words left unspoken
“I love you”
and I don’t know if that is an accurate word
but when I see him I want to be around him
when I hug him my heart beats faster
and when I think of him moving on
my chest aches.
He recently said that even though we’re hurting each other now
we can make each other happy
and I don’t know what that means or what he’s saying
when he is losing feeling for me.
And maybe right now we’re not meant to be together
and in the future it’s possible
but I don’t see him keeping me in his heart or on his mind
when he has created a “thing”
(whatever that’s supposed to mean)
with one of his best friends younger sister.
And if I ever show up dead
it is safe to assume that he has moved on without me
and heart break syndrome caught up
and my heart that seems to beat for him stopped
and never started again.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
You’re ever close to the brokenhearted
With grieving you’re not displeased
Holding to this knowledge
I know you’ll not turn from me
You are compassionate when I’m downcast
Never distancing yourself from me
Always standing in the shadows
Calling out to me
I know I’m not expected to always be cheerful
To paste a smile upon my face
And I know regardless of my demeanor
Safe with you I have a place
When my spirit feels so crushed
I need not be so brave
As you’ll be right there beside me
My spirit to restore and save
Apr 14, 2010
Apr 14, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
Albert Day was one of a kind,
A middle aged man,
with a much younger mind.
Some claimed he was crazy,
some said "Just ********
some said as a child
he was left brokenhearted.
Whatever the reasons
it didn't quite matter,
for Albert cared not
for the first or the latter.
Let them say what they wanted,
stupid fools with worthless lives.
Bratty kids... barking dogs...
know it all's with cheating wives.
He knew more of them,
then they knew of each other.
What they knew of him,
he had learned from his mother.
He knew he was useless,
nobody could love him.
No wonder to Albert,
that's what they thought of him.
Albert lived in a small mountain town,
a place he believed to know well.
The annual picnic was coming around,
Albert figured he'd go for a spell.
It wasn't like Albert to be in a crowd,
these people were hard on his eyes.
But this year he'd go,
this year he'd be proud,
for this year he had a surprise.
Saturday dawned with a bright blue sky.
Albert awoke with a smile.
He didn't know how
he didn't know why
but he did know today was worthwhile.
Townspeople gathered at Finnigans Park
with umbrellas, and sunscreen, and chairs.
Albert arrived with his mind in the dark,
stupid fools, how they're left unawares.
Alone on his blanket he sat and he watched,
as festivities got underway.
Wondering when to contribute,
his festivities to this fine day.
He studied the husbands,
he stared at the wives.
Watched the kids as they played in the sun.
His patience wore thin,
yet he still wore his grin,
reaching into his sock for his gun.
It only took seconds to squeeze the trigger.
Just seconds to see them all fall.
He thought to himself as he watched them...
stupid fools.... you don't know me at all.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC
A graveyard speaks in gentle groans,
While winds whisper to lonely hills,
Chilling stoic standing stones,
That display cold names departed,
That overshadow buried bones,
And shade the brokenhearted.
Climbing vines grasp as they creep,
Turmoil settles as winds calm.
Distressed decades drift to sleep.
A moment to rest anguished ages.
Yet dirt sown remains to reap,
Wisdom of forgotten sages.
Awakened, a dusty breeze enhances,
Fluttering leaves and stirring grass.
Lives lived are in these turbulent dances,
Men and women you may never know.
Their dreams, loves and lost romances,
Triumphs and tragedies of long ago.
Transformed, into breath -- inhaled by lungs,
Personal particles drawn from air.
Unpaid debts and deeds left undone.
Regret, anger, fear and despair,
Battles lost, exhale the same as victories won,
As do the prophet and the prayer.
Perhaps the body is not my curse,
Reality so fragile as to change with a gust.
I sense my thinking was in reverse,
If my soul's intuition is a force I trust.
Then I know I am not lived to death,
But dying to birth, the living dust.
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
If you’re looking for a King,
you’ve come to the wrong place.
A warrior on a white horse or a
ruler robed in silk isn’t the face
He took when He
came down, if
you’re looking for a King, you’ll find an
empty throne and an
empty crown, because the King
stepped down, He
didn’t announce His coming with
a thousand trumpets blasting or
multitudes of angels to
show off His splendor, no, He
came in peace, He
came clothed in humility and became
a baby.
If you’re looking for a baby,
you won’t find him here,
The King came as a child
showing His people that He is
flesh and blood, too
He’s had the same hurts as you
but now the manger is empty
because the baby
grew up to become
the Messiah
came
and the Messiah went on to
fulfill the will He was sent here for
to bind up the brokenhearted
to take up our burdens
to be an instrument of mercy and
the love of the Father
unlike any other, to tell us that
the time had come for a fresh faith
in the One who holds the stars.
And so the donkey stands with no rider,
for Messiah took the cup
and became our Savior
crawled with death scraping His shoulders,
hissing triumphantly into His ear while
the very people He gave life to spat at Him
denied Him
tore the flesh off His back
hung Him naked on a cross, his hands red with
every sin He never committed, and He cried out
as His Father turned His face
away
from Him.
But the veil was torn and our sins
thrown to the farthest ends, and now
that cross stands empty.
They sealed his body in stone, seething,
“Where
is your Savior now?”
and the land was wrapped in darkness
and hope was burnt out, but
three sunrises later, the earth trembled
and heaven wasn’t the only place that opened
that day.
The body went missing and the
empty tomb
changed
everything.
Jesus rose over
every sickness
every hurt, every pain
He took our shame and
wiped our slate clean, there is
salvation in His name, there is
redemption in His name, there is
freedom in His name, Death had
no victory and no sting that day because
there is nothing
that can separate us from the love
that is the Father’s, who watched His son suffer
paying our debt, so that one day we may
receive what is His and be with Him
again, we are now
sons and we are now
daughters, no need for
sacrifices and meaningless prayers
come
as
you are, sinner, and let His blood
wash your past away, He
is alive.
So when doubt comes creeping closer
saying, “Where is your Savior?”
Look it in the eye and proclaim,
“He is risen!”
“He
is risen!”
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
God gave the wisemen their wisdom,
and to the poets their dreams.
To father and mother, their love for each other
but He left me out, so it seems.
I went around brokenhearted
thinking life was an empty affair
but when God gave me you,
it was then that I knew,
He'd given me more than my share.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
For those who are in love,
Love is a force of nature
Unstoppable and powerful
Pure and perfect.
But for the brokenhearted,
Love creates the illusion
That everything is good
Love is not blind but it does blind
It blinds you into believing
That the rose has no thorns
And that you can cross any ocean
Or survive any storm.
It creates another version of you
That is vulnerable, accepting,
And forgiving
No matter how many times you've been hurt.
It's a diversion, a dead end.
Love is jumping in a cliff, blindfolded,
And expecting for someone to catch you.
An intricately constructed algorithm-
A subtle lie,
For the brokenhearted.
Yet love is unfathomable
It's a powerful force that changes people
Moves even the biggest mountains
Breaks the sturdiest rocks
And melts the coldest glaciers.
Love is both monochrome and
A kaleidoscope of colors.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Don't date a girl like her.
Because she giggles too much and trusts too fast and it's all because she's been brokenhearted too many times for things that never shoulda or coulda lasted and learned that life is so much better when you laugh things off and have faith in your surroundings-- including the people.
You'll find that she's rainbows, sunshine, and cotton candy. And much like a day at the carnival you might turn some corners to find all sorts of surprises. And some of them will be dark and scary and some will be taste tries of churros and your favorite sweets that you can't find anywhere else in the world.
She's like a carnival because you'll never find her staying in one place too long, but the things you love most about her-- the thrill rides and the people watching and the sponteneity-- it'll always stay the same.
She'll "borrow" your hoodies and your sweats and you'll probably let her keep them because she looks so cute in them while she's all cuddled up next to you. She'll give you massages after a long hard day as long as she can trust that you'll give them back.
She'll sing along to all the songs she doesn't know but be patient and love her shy confidence because she can only sort of carry a tune and she belts it out anyway. If you compliment her laugh and call it cute she'll smile about it for days because she knows it's obnoxious and she's insecure.
And she's insecure about a lot. She's learning. She's learning to love herself and she's trying. But when you compliment her, and when you remind her that she is good enough, it helps her see that she is worthy of trying to fall in love with.
She's trying to fall in love with herself. She's trying to be the kind of person that she even wants to love. And she's not there yet. But maybe you can help her.
Maybe your fearless singing and your confidence and your faith can help her to become herself. Maybe you can bring her our of her shell. Maybe if you let her steal your hoodies and let her tuck her feet under your thighs because she's cold and let her be open about her life..... maybe then, by those small and simple things, you'll become yourselves together.
And on second thought...Maybe... just probably... you should date her.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
What are we but a melodramatic love song.
Lust into love,
One night stands turned into a forever dance, Moving to our rhythm,
Willingly settling into second,
Just to keep some since of piece of him,
Finding peace in him,
Dangling hope of just being present,
I just want to live in his positions,
And die dreaming of laying in his arms,
Holding on to bodies that aren't belonging to me,
As if to waive promiscuity,
To be proud, Oh to be proud,
Feeling nothing more than misjudged,
But judged rightfully so,
I just wanted to love him,
Lived in such a foolish state,
Breaking down complexities,
As if love could be so simple as one sided,
As if i had a choice,
Knowing we had a choice,
Admitting in my moment,
Clinging to what would hold me the longest, Running from his wrath into one of my own,
Stuck.
In the eye of the storm,
Not progressing, and content.
Content, but lonely Oh so lonely
To have him, but not to be his, to be his but have no claim to his heart.
No, not confused,
Just wishing that the truth could be written more beautifully.
Looking to the future for answers in the now, Should we stay Or move on,
Trying to go full circle,
Lost in a triangle Surrounded by sharp edges, Looking for a way out
But I choose to stay I surrender,
No longer willing to fight the truth.
I just wanted to love you With nothing in return, Stuck In uncompromising situations, but I stay, still. Hoping happiness will find me here.
Stuck.
She loves him, I love him, he loves her,
And yet I find myself just existing
Trying to find my place but theres no place for me here.
Drifting.
Awaiting the day ill no longer need him as a crutch, Cause I'm broken, Oh to be broken
Gave myself wholeheartedly Only to end up brokenhearted,
***** of any chance of forever,
Daydreaming of broken possibilities,
Looking into mirrors, Staring at ruins Figments of who I once was but ruined,
So I stay.
Still. Waiting for happiness to find me here.
-13'
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC