"heartrending" poems
*
red - her lips tasted of wine and blood and all the pain she felt in her heart. she was driven by wild passion and survived solely on her intensity and strength. each breath she took was like fire; so absolute, so empowered.
orange - her hair was crafted from the bright ashes of a phoenix, kindled with streaks of gold. she always seemed to be her own lick of flame from the embers that burned in her heart to the coals that touched her soul.
yellow - her smile was light at your darkest hour, sunshine after a rainstorm. inspired by everything and nothing at all. she was the sun personified, the epitome of radiance.
green - her eyes were so deep and magnificent and ethereal, while still lit with puerility. she could look at you with those eyes and show you that she cared so passionately for you, no matter your mistakes or your faults.
blue - her skin drowned in an ocean of tears, storm after storm, each wave wracked her body. she trembled with heartrending sobs, each breath heavier than the last. her sorrow painted the depths of her, unseen to those who had not genuinely looked into her eyes.
purple - her organs were stained an ugly shade by the darkness she consumed. her hunger was insatiable. she filled her mouth with poison and swallowed it with a smile on her face. the air traveled from her bruised lungs, through her macerated throat, and out her smiling, stained lips.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
He presses my heart
I couldn't breathe
As much
Irregular heartbeat
Suppressing pain
At my chest
I wonder if I'm going to die
At this rate of my breathing condition
Taking a few deeper breath
Hoping to take in some air
My breathing is still the same
My Irregular heartbeat
Suppressing pain
At my chest
It makes me hard to be
awake neither to stay asleep
In my sleep and when I'm awake
I could count my irregular heartbeat
I wonder when am I going to die
As I struggle in heartrending
Awake and neither asleep
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
*Bewildered and haunted through flashes of memories that relive themselves
I sit and ponder and look into the sky
there is no pain greater than been lost in SELF
battling with a STRONG shadow called SADNESS
she stalks and haunts and bring you moments of agony
she comes along with her sister ANGUISH
and they taunt you,
galvanising and pinpointing your mind to the PAST you left behind*
OH SADNESS!!!!!
*have you not rendered men a roaming wretch for years?
are you not content with the tears you have drank from your millions of subscribers?
are you not pained because of happiness and her many gifts?
when will you leave the vulnerable ones and stop feeding on their weaknesses?
for how long will you continue to taunt MEN with their horrible past and perceived failure?*
*You are hopeless and weak and so you feed on people's misery alongside with your heartrending sister called ANGUISH
Leave us alone,
for we do not want to commune with you
you are meant to die alone,
but you have garnered so many souls as your followers
reminding them of their most terrible past
conjuring pieces of AGONY
and feeding them with misery's venom
you are a witch SADNESS
and you dwell in the dark
you mesmerise us with beautiful tragedies and allure us into your cavernous seeking kingdom*
*ARISE
eschew sadness
before she infects you with her incurable disease
SADNESS has no home
and so she roams*
Ovi Odiete© 2016 All Rights reserved.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
Inspiration grips my soul
And gives my mind no peace;
I try and try to let it go,
But silence baffles me.
Sometimes in the darkest night
It's dreams that haunt my eyes
And sometimes, inspiration's height
Looks about agony's size.
Ideas sometimes look like pain
And memories that hurt me;
And beautiful though my song may be,
Perhaps its roots concern me.
But art, it lies within the choice
To make a lie show truth
And find the love inside the voice
Of your heartrending youth.
Don't build your statues with ashes:
Compress them into stone,
And watch as sorrow clashes
With love that builds a home.
Darkness is no shelter,
But is an invitation
For light to burn the better
As fire: my inspiration.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
Grim drops slowly through the window
His front door's broken, the lock is gone
On the way home from school he saw an omen
It told him tonight would be long.
Grim shouts his mother get your lazy **** over here
And Grim shouts his father get in here and bring me a beer.
Grim drops his schoolbag and walks to the kitchen
And plonks down a beer on the table for father to drink
With his TV show watching the Simpsons
As mother lies hazily under the influence
Grim leaks slowly up the staircase
Into his room with the chain on the door
He pours himself into bed, lies on his back
He looks at the clock and he's sure
Eleven eleven, it's one one one one
It's the omen his demons have told him about
Wish on a star they said, and if that doesn't work
Wait til the clock pulls you out of all doubt.
Grim waits for nightfall
He doesn't have dinner
He's been getting thinner
But no one has seen.
He seeps from the bedroom
Down stairs and through hallways
He knows he is going where he hasn't been.
Grim please don't do it his friends would all say
(If he had any friends but he doesn't)
You know teachers despair of him
Teenagers laugh at him
Old ladies scared of him
GO ****** GO
Grim sets his face to determined
He runs down the path to the cliff
He launches himself from the edge and he flies
For a wonderful moment
A heartrending moment
A glorious screamingly awesomest moment
And then...
Then all is Grim.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
"Awake, my darling;
Open your eyes.
The light that marred the sky this morning?
Gone; met its demise.
But you and I remain,
With us the moon.
Oh - I talk with you in vain this early,
And you might wake up too soon.
For you and I are but the same
And I should wish for you to sleep much longer
If my self is to stay sane,
And if yours is to grow stronger.
Who's to say man's not a beast,
But some sort of rambling fool?
I shall tell you, at the least
That my nature is quite cruel.
Or your nature, better said;
When you'll rise this evening
From your cold and frozen bed
Pick a flower as your prize.
For when morning breaks
And I'll awake atop the tower
With this body, heavy from aches
I should like to hold a flower.
It'd stop then my surprise
At the numerous, heartrending,
Desperate, shallow cries
All accusing me for the ending of their worthless, empty lives."
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
Where do I start?... Its taken me over fourty years to write this
Half a bottle of scotch taken each night to drown out the fears
the heartrending sights
Yeah half a bottle is just about right to dull the dreams and the nightmares that still linger
PTSD they call it this day, councelling given to help them get through
what they did see, things they did do
I remember clearly after such a time being told I wasn't a soldier I wasnt a man for being sick with fear, tears in my eyes at the bloodied remains close to my side.
Yeah well I was a soldier but not yet a man, at 19 my life had hardly begun but I still had to survive at the point of a gun
Yeah half a bottle of scotch is the crutch I have found because I'm still alive... Not just another name on a hole in the ground
thousands of miles from home.
Patrolling the paths in the in a land burnt and harsh not knowing what would come, the bullet the bomb or mayber the mine placed or shot by the oft unseen had
OK so I still did my bit in spreading the **** Yes I've had their blood on my hands but I still regret the things that I did in that harsh barren land.
Did I hate them? Those men who killed the ones I called friends. No they were only doing what they thought was right in protecting their home and their lands
Yeah so half a bottle of scotch is the friend I now have, it helps to stifle the dreams of the places I saw, the things that I saw and also the things that I did.
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
If there was a way that I could turn
The pages back to that single moment,
I would, but for now, I simply yearn.
Your hands lay below mine,
Gently warming all of the heartache
That I had so recently left behind.
My head lay on your shoulder,
My eyes grazed your sun-kissed face.
Beauty lies not only in the beholder.
I still remember the strength
I felt in your tender embrace,
Each breath in unison and faith.
For a moment, we both had earned
A break from worries and tears,
A step back from hard lessons learned.
You stirred. I reluctantly moved
My loving eyes from your lips,
A quiet smile as a gift was proved.
You softly whispered my name,
A much sweeter sound when from
The mouth that set my soul aflame.
A tear slipped from my eye,
Speaking thousands of volumes
No one else would ever understand.
As your heartrending gaze held
My eyes, you tenderly put your lips
Over the glass tear that wouldn't be withheld.
As time passed we shared our love
That utterly surpassed our beings
Our hearts flying upwards as a dove.
Our bodies lay under the willow tree,
The sun was setting. We were finally free.
© 2/25/13
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
70 miles an hour and the crash called
Said now is your time and I am the wall
To smash you and trash you, turn you into pulp
And the mini bus driver just thought it a joke
I'd just overtaken that bus full of guys
Now the truck getting nearer, I'm nearly alongside
No warning atall and the minibus was there
Filling my windscreen with a heartrending scare
There never was room for him to get up ahead
I thought this was it, 3 of us will be dead
The two dogs as well there would have met the same fate
I don't know how but I stood on the brake
Into the traffic there on my right
I managed to avoid them kept the barrier in sight
Now the rear of the bus less than a foot from my front
The crash barrier about six inches to my right
I stayed in control but I still don't know how
My wife was in tears mother in law white
I'll never know why we're still alive
Someone or something made sure we survived
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
Sometimes I need to put a table on my head
And think back to childhood
And cry all alone under a blanket
The world is full of terrors
Darkness knows no bounds
I wish it would all go away
But the tears feel
so good to be alive
So good to not feel nothing
What had happened?
When did everything fall away?
Dont tell me my love isnt real.
Sacred in my solitude
Maybe you just dont know
Havent learned how to feel this good
Maybe I havent been able to hold onto
It
Maybes thats where my dreams went
But there is more than that
So long I tried to run
Because like nothing else love is scary and it hurts
More than anything
Heart r
end
in g
So now here I am
Alone again
Wishing I held you
There is this ache within me
That longs to hold you again
And its that which keeps me up all night
Although I guess the coffee helps
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
Summer breeze, autumn wind.
Beautiful are the memories we had.
Boring Mondays, romantic Saturdays.
Meaningful are the days we had been through.
Never have I passed my day,
Without thinking of our glorious days.
How you held my hands so tenderly.
How your smiles made me smile.
How pure and sincere our love is.
But there will come a day.
A day when we will be apart,
And not be able to see one another anymore.
The day I don't want to dream or even think of.
The day when I have to leave you.
When you happen to read this later on,
I'll still be here, right beside you.
Holding your right hand,
Wrapping my arm on your shoulder,
Carrying you home in the cold winter night.
Whenever you close your eyes,
You will see me right in front of you,
Listening to you recount your adventures.
Letting you rest your head on my chest.
On the day when I leave.
I want you to keep this in your heart.
That seeing you cry
Was always the most heartrending scene ever,
And it will always be.
Whenever you think of me, I wish to see a smile instead of tears on your beautiful face.
Simply because I have made you happy.
I loved you,
I love you,
and will always love you...
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
She would sit with me,
holding my hand-
at scary moments;
when i stand on the brink.
Walked beside me with firm foot steps,
when i trudged slushy paths,
and treacherous mine fields.
Her watchful eyes followed
when i climbed steep heights,
told me all that to be said,
the way she only could,
She brought me in one piece,
out of nightmares,
her gibberish endearments
gave me goosebumps,
none did ever see her cathartic dance
with me at times, i needed her most.
Secret lover she was, i thought
of my haunted soul,
how would i know
about the curse
that made her so, for ever!
Burned out and down
her i addressed each morning,
as if she can absolve me from all my sins.
She would remove hemlock, from my blood,
this life has made me drink,
to corrupt, and eliminate;
inch by inch,
sink my beleaguered ship.
She made me forget a love gone sour,
she'd take my hand in hers and kiss it till i snore.
**She soothed my mind finely, more than any shrink,
her peppermint lips tasted, witchcraft and spice.
She was the only one who knew my secret,
at the dead of night, in clouds
when moon stealthily hide,
I change and become a werewolf.**
A mad dog of a wish, selfishly
made me take that false step,
uncontrollable by my wish, i spoke forbidden words.
The spell was broken once and for all,
all i could remember was her heartrending sobs,
I stand here,
at my lonely window, overlooking-
this city of forgetfulness and pain,
in wicked words challenging me
to meet her again.
O
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 7:29 AM UTC
wars have been thought,
battles have been fought.
agonising whines,
in heartrending times.
a bewildering trench,
led by a fair *****
no compass,
no torch, i am indeed luckless.
my heart has been a target,
of a far-reaching bullet.
the ***** who has the key
to my heart, is dear to me
only can she open up
the heart that has been under lock.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
Portends of heartrending fancy
Cast of mind relapsed to one,
Image of what could have been
Had one completed, all begun.
Back through thoughts of distant ventures
Collapsed now with fall of time
Lost to mist as misadventures,
Disavowing child of mine.
Stranger still, with mind-set fading
Inheriting onset of pain
Forgotten now with cost evading
That, once proffered, lost to gain.
Caustic fortune teller ranting
Screaming forth “I told you so”
Where, in fact, advice dispersed
When, then, I told him where to go!
To and fro we swung to compass
Spun to reason’s child of chance
Life ambition’s lost accomplice
Fool adrift in fortune’s dance.
M.
Taranaki NZ
1 February 2016
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
SURELY
Surely, bullets rend and wreck.
Ripping through reality,
Rendering innocence lost.
They silence playful voices,
Still small, active hands,
Before their young words or work
Can finish growing.
Words and work that might have had healing in them
For this old world.
Bullets tear through a family,
Leave them struggling to breathe.
Grief knocks the wind clean out.
Familiar words like “we” and “us”
Are fractured beyond recognition.
Little things like pajamas and backpacks,
Once common and constant,
Lie about tragically unused,
Becoming heartrending monuments to the innocent.
Surely, we can put a stop to this.
Can we find no way to shelter
These, our little ones, our future?
Those who invest such trust in us,
Who simply are where they are
Because we told them so.
Surely, we can find a way.
And whether or not we can determine or agree upon
Much about the nature
Of the flawed and lost who rain down this terror,
Can we not gather in and heal these hard broken
Before they wander to such realms of disconnect, delusion
That they cease to discern the sacredness of existence?
Surely, we can.
In such a wounded world as this,
So in need of shelter and security,
God protect the playful voices
And the small, active hands.
Watch over the innocent.
Help us.
Surely, we can do better.
Surely, we must.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
A beautiful spectacle appears
cascading colors, fill the sky
by the sun's rays, the tears
captured, by an angels cry
The skies canvas, painted
draped with beautiful light
by vibrant colors sainted
the heavens gift, in our sight
A heartrending illustration
of beauty, for us is drawn
across the sky, the creation
from tear drops, we gaze upon
Arched above, by weeping eyes
tears rained down, to show
through the clouds, to rise
an angels sorrowful rainbow.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 1:03 PM UTC
I want you
the way the thunder wants to be heard
the way tears want to spill out from my eyes
after a heartrending death of a friend
the way words want to be spoken, written and read
I want you
to devour my entirety
'til I can no longer find my escape
'til my soul unfastens from my flesh
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
To the beat of a piano he stole
her heart.
In the same melody
and measure, he broke and left
it crumpled - crushed - crescendo.
Nothing but brittle - bruised - broken.
Out of tune.
Missing keys.
Mixing tears with toothpaste
and listening to a heartrending piano play.
Salt and ivory.
Colgate and ebony.
Repeat. With
Rhythm. There are
no words to this song.
Say something.
Silence - fortissimo.
Toothpaste and tears
trickle down the drain.
At the conductor's swift notion -
she remembers herself with love -
Adagio -
Then steps off her tear-stained
stage of a soapbox.
Al niente.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
What is our maker, why does it put us here to die
What is Life if it must end,
What of our sense of beauty,
Of mesmeric minster air?
Or the way light bends on a summer afternoon,
The way the mourning dove croons,
If it must be taken all away,
When some of us must go and some of us to stay?
What is the love we feel,
For one another—deep, fearsome and real?
Why put it there for us to overcome,
Since the tension of love is not for some.
Or why take it into our hearts,
Only to wrench and stab us as we part?
Especially those who love only a few?
They open themselves to one or two—
Pour every part of their being into one soul,
Ignoring those who can't make us whole,
If only to watch it drain, or disappear as they depart?
Taking with them all our mind and heart?
Why do we expect an explanation
Of this cruel phenomenon,
The findings, trials and accommodation
That we build our lives upon?
And yet, with hope, however weak,
Stanching up our wavering hearts,
We tell ourselves we’ve found what we seek,
Something deeper than knowledge or art,
Until we are torn apart.
No religion can explain it.
Psychology tries and fails to name it.
We are creatures of mist and desire,
Of logic and deliberation,
Whose desperate brains whisper “Find a cure!”
And we wait only to have experts demur.
But deep within our harrowed souls,
We know that, for only a few,
Does this equation work,
And for the rest of us, it pales.
We plummet toward the hangman’s ****
And yet thank him for his gruesome work.
For our few bittersweet tales of life,
And that relief we feel comes at last,
Though we’ve no reason to believe it so.
We merely seek an end to the heartrending past,
Even if it just marks us as life slows.
And watches us as we go.
Does anyone care what happens to the lonely,
Or especially the aggrieved?
I doubt they do; they care about only
Themselves, their desires and taking leave.
Then they swiftly exit, and discard us—the bereaved.
Sharon Talbot
August 11, 2015
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
I do feel good doing good
makes a tear come to my eye but a
tear of happiness when I say something
nice to the old man brutally scowling
and smile at his Harumph
when I deliver a valentine to
that old woman down the road with the hundred cats
a valentine of a bag of feed for her brood
good I feel when I put another man's shoes on
look through his eyes for a second
walk 100 feet in them
good when I see a mom that really cares
for her children
the smiling health care workers
overcome by heartrending stories and
dead patients
and they keep doing it
the teachers
who daily come up with clever ways to teach our future
with limited resources
the garbage man
mundane and stinky task who smiles
as he totes the refuse
from here
the baker the police the
calm helpful voice
on the help line for my cable company,
almost apologetic for the latest outage,
the workers who after a storm go out and repair our lifelines in bad
weather,
any of you retail clerks , who smile through the increasing workload week after week within shorter hours,
the receptionist
at any office.
It takes patience..
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
I know your heart,
believe me,
I know.
I know the elation
and the joy inside
the heart when
everything seems alright.
I also know the joy and
understand the pain of
that feeling of loneliness
that overwhelms you.
I know the anguish
of your heart and I know
that you are hurting.
I know the confusion
that visits the heart
when finances dwindle
by reason of illness.
I know those sleepless
nights alone in the dark cold
nights at the park when you
don't have a place to dwell in.
I know your fear and
I have seen what it can do.
I know the unbearable
heartrending tears that flows
throughout the night when you
think the world has caved in on
you and life is not fair.
I know the hopelessness
of the one who is so helpless.
How you wish you can disappear
and not be noticed even when you
are in the crowd or
with your loved ones.
I know at the moment you wish
for death that will not come
so soon for a reason because,
beloved child of God,
you are highly favored,
Weep not again,
heaven has heard your cry.
Help and comfort,
solace and Providence from the
culmination of your past efforts are
here to bring to you desired good.
Thank goodness gifts and support are rendered.
Arise and shine again.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC