"heartbrake" poems - Hello Poetry

All yearling spring birds far from distant home, Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk, Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone? Formidable pulses, The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!! Enormity soil's the defendant delirium... Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate! Broken lives to sunset drive, Specimen speckles, Forcible tassels hover one's decree!! Litigious locust's buzz creepingly, Indecently exposing all's funk!!! Concauctions of fake adoption's, Concievers break locks off trunks!!! Omit me out of this obdurate oasis, Wherein one feel's spacious, Free to cometh and goeth!!! Freedom doth thou know? Operatic Mrs and Mr's, Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!! Ponderer of newness, Cleaner's as thy tub spills over, Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!! Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak, Thou tally marker of no means!!! Foreman to thy own people's idea's, Nourish me with a new novice, Nurture me with heartbrake hotel, Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!! Brave heart fairytale, Doth thou stand to move about? Listener of radio tunes, Art thou close?? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

Fall springbird ( repost of old prison poetry)

All yearling spring birds far from distant home, Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk, Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone? Formidable pulses, The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!! Enormity soil's the defendant delirium... Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate! Broken lives to sunset drive, Specimen speckles, Forcible tassels hover one's decree!! Litigious locust's buzz creepingly, Indecently exposing all's funk!!! Concauctions of fake adoption's, Concievers break locks off trunks!!! Omit me out of this obdurate oasis, Wherein one feel's spacious, Free to cometh and goeth!!! Freedom doth thou know? Operatic Mrs and Mr's, Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!! Ponderer of newness, Cleaner's as thy tub spills over, Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!! Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak, Thou tally marker of no means!!! Foreman to thy own people's idea's, Nourish me with a new novice, Nurture me with heartbrake hotel, Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!! Brave heart fairytale, Doth thou stand to move about? Listener of radio tunes, Art thou close?? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Lonely highway for poets and gurus, stop! you shall not pass here, no liars thieves or breathers of air..What direction do you have , what conquest runs dry when tears plummet sad.. Sadly mistakened or badly broken, What beauty the empty vase shall carry when the exodus comes, When deaf turns dumb youll be the dumbed.. Founded freedoms tossed to C.E.Os, voutures for clothes, endless serenity.. food theres plenty.. Heartbrake lane lies between the false lovers lips, fused fingertips to caress whats not to caress, stores to sell you out, a slave to the world, a murderer thief and bitch..What have you become to the vocal masters..Whos slave are you after? or are u the slave>>> ive seen much much better days................Title- slave to broadway Avenue.... by me :)

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May 9, 2015

May 9, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

slave to broadway avenue

Lonely highway for poets and gurus, stop! you shall not pass here, no liars thieves or breathers of air..What direction do you have , what conquest runs dry when tears plummet sad.. Sadly mistakened or badly broken, What beauty the empty vase shall carry when the exodus comes, When deaf turns dumb youll be the dumbed.. Founded freedoms tossed to C.E.Os, voutures for clothes, endless serenity.. food theres plenty.. Heartbrake lane lies between the false lovers lips, fused fingertips to caress whats not to caress, stores to sell you out, a slave to the world, a murderer thief and bitch..What have you become to the vocal masters..Whos slave are you after? or are u the slave>>> ive seen much much better days................Title- slave to broadway Avenue.... by me :)

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*The Crescent Moon Sits Above Me Watching, As Your Memory Slips Through My Head, As Effortlessly As A Blood Clot* I Started To Write A Poem Right In These Lines, About Your Neglect To Me, And My Heartbrake, About The Wrong Road Which Didnt Have Signs, How You Stabbed My Heart With A Wooden Stake And I Started To Cry And Then I Smiled And Said, Why Should I Cry Over The Roadkill, Which Lay Untouched And Stiff In My Soul, If They Were Alive I Would Just Sob Harder And Why Should I Waste A Cyber Tree, For This Cyber Paper Because I'm No Longer Sad, You Are Not Worth One Piece Of It, Well I'm Glad To Say... You Hold My Heart No Longer

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Jan 7, 2013

Jan 7, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC

sydney-victoria

An Ode To My New Found Freedom

*The Crescent Moon Sits Above Me Watching, As Your Memory Slips Through My Head, As Effortlessly As A Blood Clot* I Started To Write A Poem Right In These Lines, About Your Neglect To Me, And My Heartbrake, About The Wrong Road Which Didnt Have Signs, How You Stabbed My Heart With A Wooden Stake And I Started To Cry And Then I Smiled And Said, Why Should I Cry Over The Roadkill, Which Lay Untouched And Stiff In My Soul, If They Were Alive I Would Just Sob Harder And Why Should I Waste A Cyber Tree, For This Cyber Paper Because I'm No Longer Sad, You Are Not Worth One Piece Of It, Well I'm Glad To Say... You Hold My Heart No Longer

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I remember the warm nights The silent drives The laughs But not the cries I wasn't there You wouldn't let me Too scared You had to protect me So let me, Take your hand again. We'll drive somewhere new You can tell me of. Let's not focus on the date, And time ticking away. Until the storms return, We'll pray during our infamous Hydroplane. That our breaks don't fail us. If they do, I'll crash with you.

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Sep 24, 2014

Sep 24, 2014 at 5:50 PM UTC

tyler-durden

All I can do is write about heartbrake.

I remember the warm nights The silent drives The laughs But not the cries I wasn't there You wouldn't let me Too scared You had to protect me So let me, Take your hand again. We'll drive somewhere new You can tell me of. Let's not focus on the date, And time ticking away. Until the storms return, We'll pray during our infamous Hydroplane. That our breaks don't fail us. If they do, I'll crash with you.

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All yearling spring birds far from distant home, Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk, Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone? Formidable pulses, The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!! Enormity soil's the defendant delirium... Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate! Broken lives to sunset drive, Specimen speckles, Forcible tassels hover one's decree!! Litigious locust's buzz creepingly, Indecently exposing all's funk!!! Concauctions of fake adoption's, Concievers break locks off trunks!!! Omit me out of this obdurate oasis, Wherein one feel's spacious, Free to cometh and goeth!!! Freedom doth thou know? Operatic Mrs and Mr's, Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!! Ponderer of newness, Cleaner's as thy tub spills over, Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!! Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak, Thou tally marker of no means!!! Foreman to thy own people's idea's, Nourish me with a new novice, Nurture me with heartbrake hotel, Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!! Brave heart fairytale, Doth thou stand to move about? Listener of radio tunes, Art thou close??

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

Fall springbird

All yearling spring birds far from distant home, Xanthic in Gothic gospels soot and yolk, Where's one's soft spoken voice to calm me on the phone? Formidable pulses, The danger of convulsion's spread on like buttered oil!!! Enormity soil's the defendant delirium... Such agnostic aquariums stinkingly similar upstate! Broken lives to sunset drive, Specimen speckles, Forcible tassels hover one's decree!! Litigious locust's buzz creepingly, Indecently exposing all's funk!!! Concauctions of fake adoption's, Concievers break locks off trunks!!! Omit me out of this obdurate oasis, Wherein one feel's spacious, Free to cometh and goeth!!! Freedom doth thou know? Operatic Mrs and Mr's, Minuets for thy ridiculed wishes!! Ponderer of newness, Cleaner's as thy tub spills over, Thy heels click together just to get thy kicks!!! Hit the streets thou feathered bird of no beak, Thou tally marker of no means!!! Foreman to thy own people's idea's, Nourish me with a new novice, Nurture me with heartbrake hotel, Buildeth me a standing ovation of a one love palace!!! Brave heart fairytale, Doth thou stand to move about? Listener of radio tunes, Art thou close??

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Fluke DECEMBER 20 · ONLY ME I miss you. It must go unsaid. I want you. The thought you must dread. I hurt you. I feel it. I couldn't wait. I put you in a place you didn't want to be. I hurt me. I said it. The natural flow of what could have been. Is behind me. No light shines brighter. No soul brings fire. No touch moves me inside. No eyes charm harder. No truth seems truer. The feeling of utter bliss. When the birds sing. Bodies collide. Breathing you in so I can keep you. I could shower in your scent. No one has done what you've done to me. I want to hate you. But it was all my fault. the crazy one. Yes I am to blame. **** me for eating the cake. Just as Eve tasted her apple. Forbidden fruit. It was you who was forbidden fruit. The dying urge to taste you just wouldn't subside. So I sneaked and I lyed and I fought for my moments. Because in them is all I was and I couldn't watch another pass me by. I seized love locked in time for ever in my heart. I know when you said I was just *** you lied. You had to push me aside. I feel you. You know it. I remeber your words.. I lived by them. They tare me up but keep popping into my mind. I cut you to the core. Your eyes bring back lifetimes of heartbrake and soul shaking love. Come to me my runner. My bride. I just want to shower you with love will everything that I am. No one else will do.

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Dec 31, 2015

Dec 31, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC

moelovely84

Only Me.

Fluke DECEMBER 20 · ONLY ME I miss you. It must go unsaid. I want you. The thought you must dread. I hurt you. I feel it. I couldn't wait. I put you in a place you didn't want to be. I hurt me. I said it. The natural flow of what could have been. Is behind me. No light shines brighter. No soul brings fire. No touch moves me inside. No eyes charm harder. No truth seems truer. The feeling of utter bliss. When the birds sing. Bodies collide. Breathing you in so I can keep you. I could shower in your scent. No one has done what you've done to me. I want to hate you. But it was all my fault. the crazy one. Yes I am to blame. **** me for eating the cake. Just as Eve tasted her apple. Forbidden fruit. It was you who was forbidden fruit. The dying urge to taste you just wouldn't subside. So I sneaked and I lyed and I fought for my moments. Because in them is all I was and I couldn't watch another pass me by. I seized love locked in time for ever in my heart. I know when you said I was just *** you lied. You had to push me aside. I feel you. You know it. I remeber your words.. I lived by them. They tare me up but keep popping into my mind. I cut you to the core. Your eyes bring back lifetimes of heartbrake and soul shaking love. Come to me my runner. My bride. I just want to shower you with love will everything that I am. No one else will do.

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.is it the thoughts or this life that scares you the most? Or both you suppose as a ghostly image you walk alone! No television nor phone can ease you, men cant please you, for they only plunder an take! Heartbrake! You want that cuddiling warmth an sensation, like child to the blanket, a godess you are indeed. In the stars do you succeed as your blood moans the moon. For where is thy tomb? In your own bed? Your own room? Riddled with nightmare affects, canst thou see your caress an kindness you give to others? For whos the one another you seek? A wretched man or your jaulting happiness? Where sadness is gone one day for you to sing songs hand and hand with your truest of lovers!

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May 20, 2015

May 20, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

running scared!!!

.is it the thoughts or this life that scares you the most? Or both you suppose as a ghostly image you walk alone! No television nor phone can ease you, men cant please you, for they only plunder an take! Heartbrake! You want that cuddiling warmth an sensation, like child to the blanket, a godess you are indeed. In the stars do you succeed as your blood moans the moon. For where is thy tomb? In your own bed? Your own room? Riddled with nightmare affects, canst thou see your caress an kindness you give to others? For whos the one another you seek? A wretched man or your jaulting happiness? Where sadness is gone one day for you to sing songs hand and hand with your truest of lovers!

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thought this was everything turns out i wasted much time been stuck in a rut for a while now wondering if i’ll ever get back & be fine longing for clarity when all there is haze like a blind man turning corners in his mind of a maze there will be tears there have been plenty yet the pool of darkness is nowhere near empty spending time already past is gonna add up quickly sending thoughts to the future like: who will then miss me? the weight of the world will it ever be lifted will i be gifted with a shifted mind again? climb again? throw rocks into the ocean tide to my pain? I’ll have to find out.

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Oct 5, 2019

Oct 5, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC

andwhy

heartbrake

thought this was everything turns out i wasted much time been stuck in a rut for a while now wondering if i’ll ever get back & be fine longing for clarity when all there is haze like a blind man turning corners in his mind of a maze there will be tears there have been plenty yet the pool of darkness is nowhere near empty spending time already past is gonna add up quickly sending thoughts to the future like: who will then miss me? the weight of the world will it ever be lifted will i be gifted with a shifted mind again? climb again? throw rocks into the ocean tide to my pain? I’ll have to find out.

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