Poems about broken



Broken heart

I had a dream I had a heart ache
My heart was cracked in two
But then I awoke an found out it was true

broken,  heart.

Author: Claire Walters
Date: 07/04/2020



Prodigious was the time we had
Wasted as it may have been
Not filled with meaningless actions
But not an unappreciated gift
The loss was sudden
The pain swift
A return unseen at present
An apology whispered in the dark
Never to be heard by him
Loyalty unbroken
But spirit beyond repair
A final plea for a friend returned
Unanswered to my despair


Author: Rachel Rogers
Date: 06/04/2020


A Broken Heart

Thy hearts broken
Like a glass when it breaks
It breaks into manny pieces
In a glass, some slivers are too tiny
Some get lost, never the same again
Thy heart never heals back the same
The heart ceases to function as before
The glass leaks out
The heart bleeds outs
A heart is shattered

broken,  heart.

Author: Jon G M
Date: 06/04/2020


Broken Glass

Somewhere in the world a young girl sits with her headphones in and music blaring strikingly loud Listen delicately and you'll hear the pain in the words from a writer who is proud to share their work to an entire crowd
A writer who's
Words are so well spoken...
They give you the blues
She feels so broken
From glass which has shattered
And left her with cuts and bruises
Everyone she loves she loses
So much so that all she can do is
Sit there and do what she always does
She abuses herself
Now a boy comes by with a bright smile
And a brand new toon and he says
The words she's always needed to hear
He says it without any sort of fear
Because he has no fear
He says it so clear
It brings a tear to his own eye
Hello there, my dear,
What'r ya listen' to?
Come on, don't be shy
The girl looks up with her shattered eyes
And broken heart and says what she has trained herself to,
€Nothing new”.
He takes off his hood
And he spoke as he stood
Just as any strong person would
Nothing that's good
Nothing that will help you in the way everything should.
Let me save you
I could help you get through
The pain that you're going through
Let me help you see the world in a new hue
Do you know who
Who what?
Who you are.
Strive to be the best version of you
Try to be entirely true
True to... ?
True to yourself
Make is so they rue the day they ever tried to
Stop you or hurt you
But, that's what they do... what's the point?
Because darling that's how you do it
You show them the day where
Despite all the broken glass
And sass
You flew
Don't do this
It won't help you through
Fight like the warrior I know you can be
Be free
Despite the cuts on your face
And the glass stuck to your knee
Free like the waves at sea
Free like the wind that creates those waves
And flies for miles and brings new smiles
And entwines itself perfectly into the branches of the old oak tree
The same wind that helps the leaves fall from that tree
Helps the leaves be free
And the tree is lifted from its year-long burden
Like wind, help liberate everyone and every thing
And be what they're supposed to be
The wind that blows unrelentingly
And apologetically
With continuous glee
Show them that you are the key
Because we're all the key
To someone's locked door
Because everyone keeps something hidden
Inside their house or their room or a glass box
Everyone has something that they lock away
And houses have windows
People like to break windows
Like they break your spirit
Don't let them
Some might throw rocks in at the windows
To create more shattered glass and sad eyes
Because windows are the houses eyes
Some might sneak their way in
When you forget to close the window you left open
Because you wanted to feel the wind on your skin
But they aren't welcomed so break-ins don't count
Be the person who stops those break ins
Remember, you are a house and though your windows may be broken
You're still standing strong
Your bones are keeping you upright
And your foundation--your faith-- it remains
And take in all of your own glory
Because darling you are glorious
Honestly miss,
Its ludicrous
How gorgeous you are
And how you don't see it
How don't you see it?
It's really a pity
That you're so pretty
Especially with those shattered eyes
Eyes that have seen so many lies
Eyes that just want to hide
Please don't hide from me.
You don't see that you're
New York City
You never sleep
There's never a moment where you don't make a peep
Some think you're a bit of a creep (you're not)
But in the end you make everyone feel welcomed
But you yourself don't feel welcomed
Why don't you feel welcomed
Who told you that your body was a toy or a tool
They were a fool
No, they weren't cool
Darling, show them you rule
You wish your body was clay
That way you could shape yourself into whatever they want to
You could do whatever they say
But darling I pray
That someday
You'll show everyone just how much
You slay
Slay, girl. You're a fighter.
The girl smiles in a new, healed sort of way
In a way you can't help but to hope will always stay
Kind of like how you hope the new puppy doesn't stray
Although sometimes it does
On occasion, puppies run away
But, hey, that's okay
Because you have to have the courage to run after it
And search it out
Sometimes it's hard
But you can't pout
Happiness is worth it
Never underestimate the power of positivity
But also never underestimate the power of negativity
Both can consume you
If you let it
And never, don't you ever, underestimate the things you say
They count they matter and hey
Often, they can save the day
Go save someone's day.

broken,  glass.

Author: Ocean Eyes
Date: 06/04/2020


Broken Girl

Some people say
€That you need to be fixed

But I like it 

Just the way you are

When you fall apart

My broken girl 

With a broken heart

You're just as beautiful
€In your ache

As when you pretend

To not be awake

When we're in our bed

Wrapped in sheets so tight

And my arm drifts

Over you to pull you closer

And I whisper words

You long to hear 

And words I've longed to say

You'll always be my favorite heartache

My perfectly broken girl

With a broken heart

broken,  girl.

Author: Brandon
Date: 06/04/2020


Purgatory of Broken Hearts

The darkness here is blinding
In this prison of lost desires
Not even a burning ember
Can rekindle the forsaken fires

A tomb of broken promises
Is my only company
No hope for an escape
No chance to ever be free

Pain and heartache mock me
As I ponder my mistakes
The sound I hear is deafening
From the heart that finally breaks

My thoughts, my only refuge
Of the things that could have been
But grief will soon remind me
Of the love that had to end

Comfort and joy betray me
Tomorrow will never come
Held captive in my anguish
As I am left, feeling numb

My purgatory is the silence
And here I shall remain
Forever to be forgotten
For my captor is my pain

broken,  hearts,  purgatory.

Author: Larry B
Date: 05/04/2020


Ready to be broken

I need a hand to touch me
To shatter all my bones
And show me I'm still living
Fragile, frigid, locked in stone
All I was or what I was meant to be
Was petrified into irrelevancy.

I need a chisel to strike
And change my fate
And open up my soul
To let out the mistakes
I need someone stronger to open my eyes
Only then can I start to rewind

I need the cracks to form
Around my body's edges
Then I'll be free
To tackle my own ledges
Make choice for myself and me alone
I wanna be more than a standing stone.

And I'm ready now to break myself in
And I'm steady now to stretch my new skin
Still I'm blacking out, the air's growing thin
But I'm just ready to be broken.

broken,  ready.

Author: Parsavagely Kompenere
Date: 05/04/2020


The broken confessions

My hearts beating,
With each pulse I feel a strengthening,
Then a weakness.
I'm on the stage,
Ready to give way to the words waiting to flow from my mouth.
My breath is stuck.
My eyes are watering as the light hits my face.
Why when every voice was screaming for me, I pushed them aside?
The waking becomes cold when ones alone.
What happened to the flame that made me worthy?
The seductive breathe of my mistakes took its toll.
€Take a look. ” I sputter
I will soak in all the spent emotion.
Take it back from those who never knew me.
I will tear away all the strings I left behind.
I can reach,
Rip apart all those knots I never meant to tie.
€Take the words,
Take the thoughts,
Take the life from me. ” I can feel the after taste of the words now spoken.
The free flowing anger,
Coursing through a body,
To small to hold it.
These short breathes won't save me.
So why do they come when I'm afraid?
€stare at the person,
Who hide the truth. ” I say with fear plainly written on my face.
Each syllable is a breath.
I can't stop now.
€hundreds of people walk past,
Each one more oblivious then the last. ” One tear slides down the contours of my cheek as I look out at the people watching me.
Not one has known.
Yet me?
I have always noticed.
€Don't utter a word.
I've been listening for too long. ” my voice cracks.
The faces are spinning...
€see me.
Feel me.
Be me, for a while. ”
The lights are dimming.
I can't see the faces anymore.
€Maybe then your judgments will end. ”
And when everything goes dark,
I'll still be here.
Lying on a stage,
I was never meant to be on.

broken,  confessions.

Author: Sienna Burroughs
Date: 05/04/2020