Broken Heart Poems

Here are some broken heart poems, including a very famous but deceptively simple ballard by John Keates. Send your sad and broken heart poems in here. 

 

 

 

 

Poem by Mike Brennan

 

The bruises fade but the scars remain,

Another source of life-long pain, 
My heart remains in your secure possession, 
I can deal with that but I have a confession, 
Infidelity has crossed my mind, 
My apologies but I'm just trying to find, 
Freedom, trust and a little love too, 
Evidently I'm not getting that from you, Yet despite knowing this I
remain in your keeping,
No respite, no escape except when I'm sleeping,
Though sometimes my dreams are plagued with your face,
My once-little world now too crowded a place,
I'm never alone, you're always inside,
I've nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

 

 

Bitten by absence
by Kirthu
 
Are you there,my brother?
The silence replied.
I want to see you,
The darkness responded.
The tears of mine replaced your presence.
How can I ever forget you?
Everything brings back your memories to me.
You must be somewhere around here,
And you can't hide from me.
'Cause my heart can catch sight of you.
The tears on my cheeks remind me of your weeks.
The tears remained wet and set the heart in pain,
Hope the tears will dry along with the pain.

 

 

Poem by Mildred Adams

      I throught it was true but yet again you lie to me. 
      You have me believe that we were going to be but yet again I am
     Sitting here all alone. Still my love for you burn deep inside my
      Heart and it will never go away

 

 

 

 

LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI 
  
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, 
  Alone and palely loitering? 
The sedge has wither’d from the lake, 
  And no birds sing.  
 
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!        
  So haggard and so woe-begone? 
The squirrel’s granary is full, 
  And the harvest’s done.  
 
I see a lily on thy brow 
  With anguish moist and fever dew,         
And on thy cheeks a fading rose 
  Fast withereth too.  
 
I met a lady in the meads, 
  Full beautiful—a faery’s child, 
Her hair was long, her foot was light,         
  And her eyes were wild.  

I made a garland for her head, 
  And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; 
She look’d at me as she did love, 
  And made sweet moan.          
 
I set her on my pacing steed, 
  And nothing else saw all day long, 
For sidelong would she bend, and sing 
  A faery’s song.  
 
She found me roots of relish sweet,          
  And honey wild, and manna dew, 
And sure in language strange she said— 
  "I love thee true.”  
 
She took me to her elfin grot, 
  And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,         
And there I shut her wild wild eyes 
  With kisses four.  
 
And there she lulled me asleep, 
  And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide! 
The latest dream I ever dream’d          
  On the cold hill’s side.  
 
I saw pale kings and princes too, 
  Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; 
They cried—"La Belle Dame sans Merci 
  Hath thee in thrall!”          
 
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, 
  With horrid warning gaped wide, 
And I awoke and found me here, 
  On the cold hill’s side.  
 
And this is why I sojourn here,          
  Alone and palely loitering, 
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, 
  And no birds sing.
 
 

THANK YOU FOR SUPPER
by AS, London, UK

 

Thank you for supper, he says,
as you drop the plates and
throw them across the room.

 

Shall I make tea? he says,
as you fill the kettle,
find the cups,
rinse the plates, and cut yourself
on a knife he’s left
the wrong way up
in the dishwasher.

 

I’ll do that, he says,
but you’re too busy
swigging the washing up liquid,
gouging the work surface,
disembowelling the washing machine,
blow-torching the shirts,
spearing the goldfish
and scalding yourself with tea
to reply.

 

Why are you always too tired? he says,
but the thunderous din of the
relentless, unremitting conveyor belt
of slave-labour
has already lulled you into
a false sense of...
sleep.

 

 

 

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