The Broken Heart - Poem by William Barnes - Poetry
I didn't know that he had left.
A few days after his death.....
I held his cold and lifeless hand.
There were just so very many things
That I could not fully understand.
A few weeks after his death.....
That sparkle stolen from my eyes,
No longer to see his beautiful smile.
I never, ever thought that he would die.
A few months after his death.....
There was so much I needed to learn.
I was confused when he went away,
And I still waited for his return.
A few years after his death.....
I still wish that he could be mine,
To talk and laugh and go for walks.
I miss those special moments in time.
A few after.....
A few minutes after MY death......
Once again I will hear him scream,
"Hey Mom, it's me, I'm over here,
And Mom, this time it's not a dream."
A few hours after MY death.......
I'll hold him close again to my chest.
He'll look at me and say...
A BROKEN HEART | POETRY FROM THE HEART
Heartbreak is something that we all experience at some point in our lives. As common as it is, though, it can be a uniquely devastating experience. Really, there's no sadness quite as profound as romantic disappointment. But why? What is it about love that exerts such a powerful influence over us?
If you come to this poem looking for answers…yeah sorry—there aren't any. That doesn't mean that you won't get anything out of reading John Donne's "The Broken Heart," though.
Poems for Broken Hearts - Robbie Smith Memorial
How I wish I were dreaming!
The silence around me is deafening,
For no one knows what to say
To comfort this pain I am feeling
Since my sweet son went away.
Each day the sun continues to rise,
And the earth - it still is turning;
Though my world has come to a screeching halt,
Nobody can ease my yearning.
For a part of me has vanished,
And a part of my heart has died,
And no one can hear my heartache
Or feel my turmoil inside.
So I'll go on grieving in silence
And exist on a separate plane;
I'll keep my love for him deep in my heart
Till we see each other again.
Short Broken Heart Poems and Quotes - Concealed
My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust;And now my heart is a broken fount,Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiverUpon the sighful branches of my mind.