Broken heart. Lost love.

Teardrops Ode To Heartache

Ways of heart again in calling,

she reflected on a love,

while the rain came gently falling,

from the Summer skies above.


Now those teardrops ode to heartache,

came in falling like the rain,

out to hint upon a heartbreak,

where the stormclouds found her pain.


To her heart so spoke the passion,

though unspoken seemed the day.

Sounds of thunder soon in crashin',

filled those Summer skies of gray.


Once to know of love forever,

once to share a timeless dance,

had the depth of her endeavor

only shared her half a chance.


Gentle teardrops ode to heartache,

where clear eyes could not sustain

sunlit skies to stop the heartbreak.

Love now lost out in the rain.

Empty Bed

My body

is longing to be held.

I search the sheets for your warmth,

but find none.

I am not brave enough to open

my swollen eyes,

merely to be burned by your absence.

The storm screams at my window,

demanding to be heard.

It cries

with a loneliness I understand

all too well.

You've been gone years it seems,

though I know only days have passed.

My chilled heart wonders,

were you ever truly mine at all?

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If Truly She Had Loved Me

If truly she had loved me, here together now we'd be.

Yes, truly had she loved me, love's true ways by now I'd see.


But today, must say, it's foggy, and as one, I walk alone.

Life's clear path into tomorrow now's a path no longer shown.


All the grace in nature's beauties, through these tears, I'm still to see,

while some promise here awakens, where God's colors shine for free.


And though not to all be shared now; blissful songs to play in key,

I think truly had she loved me, in my arms today she'd be.

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love poems
Out from behind the tree
His love came
Showing itself again
For her love
Had expressed
His trust
For no one else
He felt blessed
Better then the rest
Until his heart broke
Smashed in place
Never again connected
To a smiling face.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

No reason just an ending

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Waiting For Love

I always wait echoes of the bell of the last train,
On an old bench, with love, my ancient friend,
Patiently, I often read 'Gone With The Wind',
Though, I keep forgetting the deceptive end.

The sun leaves a yellow smile on the platform,
Light precedes the breathless shades into east,
Umbrella-like shade on two bare sticks chuckles,
Then manages to creep to me as a tamed beast.

The cold mist blurs the scene frequently on time,
All love when it prevails to hide their loneliness,
The station, the bell, the rails and the only being.
The quiet distances unfetter infections of sadness.

Nothing in place cools nor awakens heavy-eyed
The bell have no desire to ring for the uncertain
Of exiled hopes venturing to read one more page,
Thus are eternally left in the world's dim curtain.

I can't close the book where she retires unhurt,
Her beauty streams lively on frozen dark words,
I see her continually in fields, on breasts of earth,
Running before melodies, lilies and happy birds.

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More Precious Than Gold

More Precious Than Gold

There is a woman that I behold

She is more precious than gold

Her heart is a treasure

  • When she walks into a room

    Her eyes light up the gloom

    Her love has no measure

  • Her hair it does flow

    Like ribbons off their roll

    Watch it in the breeze

  • When I look into her eyes

    It is then that I realize

    She could bring a proud man to his knees

  • Her legs are like a tall cool glass

    Running over with wit and sass

    She knows how to treat me

  • She keeps me in line

    With a look that’s so divine

    She has a soul that is so free

  • Angels are so beautiful it is told

    But they have to stand behind her they know

    Because she outshines them all

  • Now I may just be an ordinary man

    But she loves me all that she can

    I come running when she gives me a call

  • Yes there is a woman that I behold

    She is more precious than gold

    Her heart is a treasure

  • I would give everything that I own

    If her love by me could be known

    But she loves at her leisure

    Author's Notes/Comments: 

    This poem is about my long ago ex-girlfriend.


    When you promise
    I listened and believed
    From time to time i thought of it
    Trying not to break it
    Yet,I dont know what happened
    Suddenly,you changed
    You werent the person i knew
    You werent the person i fought for

    It was my mistake
    I was so wrong
    And i admit i was so fool

    But because of what happened
    I realized that i shouldnt be wasting my time
    I shouldnt be keeping those moments 
    I shouldnt be thinking of you
    I shouldnt be...

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    Sometimes I cry.

    Tears rolling, falling around me.

    I gag, I cry, I curse.

    Bitterness is not my thing

    But yet again

    Crying used to not be, too.

    I wanna

    Punch, kick, hit, scream,

    Fight the demons in my soul.

    Thoughts are a curse,

    A curse that doesn’t want to leave.

    I think, I breathe, I cry again.

    I think self harm.

    No not that route.

    That’s not me, I love me.

    I want something drastic.

    I want a new life.

    I want to not feel this pain

    Of losing my best friend

    And him not even giving me a thought.

    Waiting, crying, reading through the tears.

    I want happiness,

    I want love.

    I want inner peace.

    It’s time for my pill.

    What A Broken Heart Feels Like

    Have you ever been in love? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.... i just want to be happy once more

    original poem by: Katie Menzies

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