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Healing Poems for Heartbreak. When your heart is broken it is the saddest thing in the world. All your energy leaves you and everything in your life seems to lose all meaning. You gave your heart and soul to this love, and now it is no more. How can your heart ever be whole again?
- Ode To You
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- Bottom Of My Heart
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- How Can I Forget Him Poem
Yeah, it really hurt so much. It is like what I feel for a...
- Mad Girl's Love Song
Many of Sylvia Plath's poems have a theme of unrequited...
- Ode To You
- A Broken Heart Can Feel Like A Storm, Dark And Dreary With No Real Form. Though Feelings Of Sorrow Are Deep And Strong, Get Up, Start Anew And Don't Stay Too Long.
- A Broken Heart Feels Like An Aching Pain, Time Slows And Moves Slower With This Strain. Words Of Sadness Are All That One Hears, What Once Was Joy Now Brings Us Tears.
- When A Heart Feels Like It's Breaking, It's Time To Find Hope In The Making A Poem Can Mend What Has Been Torn, Allowing The Heart To Be Reborn.
- My Tears Fall Like Frozen Stars, Softening The Coldest Of Hearts. A Poem To Heal A Broken Heart, With Words That Speak My Healing Art. The Darkest Days Will Have An End, The Sadness Become White Again.
Short poems about broken hearts are poetic expressions of the intense emotions that come with heartbreak, yearning, and healing. These poems capture the raw and powerful feelings that follow a devastating breakup or loss. Using metaphors and vivid imagery, they convey the pain, sorrow, and eventual healing that comes with a broken heart.
- Ebb, by Edna St. Vincent Millay
- He Would Not Stay For Me, by A.E. Housman
- Love Elegy in The Chinese Garden, with Koi, by Nathan Mcclain
- After Love, by Sara Teasdale
- Never Give All The Heart, by W.B. Yeats
- This Was Once A Love Poem, by Jane Hirshfield
- I Tried to Stop Loving You, by Courtney Peppernell, Pillow Talks
- A Winter’s Tale, by D.H. Lawrence
- Walking Away, by Vanessa Brown
- I Lost It, by Carrie Berry
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
He would not stay for me, and who can wonder? He would not stay for me to stand and gaze. I shook his hand, and tore my heart in sunder, And went with half my life about my ways.
Near the entrance, a patch of tall grass. Near the tall grass, long-stemmed plants; each bending an ear-shaped cone to the pond’s surface. If you looked closely, you could make out silvery koi swishing toward the clouded pond’s edge where a boy tugs at his mother’s shirt for a quarter. To buy fish feed. And watching that boy, as he knelt down to le...
There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do, You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the wind and I the sea – There is no splendor any more, I have grown listless as the pool Beside the shore. But though the pool is safe from storm And from the tide has found surcease, It grows more bitter than the sea, For all its peace.
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that’s lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And...
This was once a love poem, before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short, before it found itself sitting, perplexed and a little embarrassed, on the fender of a parked car, while many people passed by without turning their heads. It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement. It remembers choosing these shoes, this scarf or tie. ...
I tried to stop loving you so I built walls around my heart and found other names to whisper in the night. But you carved yourself into my veins whether you meant to or not. And sometimes I wonder if you remember the way we looked at each other or maybe you just forgot.
Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge. I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky; But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half Sobs ...
I’m tired of dreaming. I’m through with trying. Tired of living, yet scared of dying. Maybe things are good for you, but look at all that I’ve been through. Look at all the pain I’ve won. I bet you think that it’s been fun. You never thought I’d turn away. You never believed you’d see this day. Look again because here I go, leaving behind all I kno...
You took my fears away And made them true. You took my love away And ripped my heart out, too. You took my laughter away, And my happiness, too, And let all my sadness And tears get through. The rest of me that was left Also left with you. I lost myself When I lost you.
Yet, amidst the despair, there is solace to be found in the poignant verses of poets who have shared their own experiences of heartbreak. These poems serve as a reminder that we are not alone in our pain and that through the power of words, we can begin to heal our broken hearts. Índice. 1.
Poem 1: “After Death” by Christina Rossetti. Rossetti might sound old-school, but she nails that surreal quality of early grief. She doesn’t dwell on sobbing. Instead, the poem focuses on everyday tasks feeling completely wrong: putting on a dress, noticing shadows creeping from the lattice…
Sep 12, 2021 · Anyone who has once been popular and now finds themselves out of favour, suffering the heartbreak of romantic rejection, is likely to find that this poem strikes a chord – which is all the more remarkable since it was written almost half a millennium ago. 2. William Shakespeare, Sonnet 87. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
