Brokenness Poems

Brokenness poems bring the best collection of short and long brokenness poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great brokenness rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these brokenness poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on brokenness are here for you.

Brokenness

Brokenness short poem

Tongues intertwined Skin on skin Soul on soul Gazing into each others eyes Hurtling out of control The moment has passed The souls are apart The hunger long gone They now go through life With comatose heavy hearts Each struggling

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To Be Or Not To Be

To Be Or Not To Be short poem

It’s nights like these when I feel like an irony living within itself radiating love yet feeling unloved. It’s night like these when I can’t recognize what tomorrow holds or recall what yesterday held. I feel like an insect crawling

Poems containing references to : Brokenness

When I Am Stranded

When I Am Stranded short poem

When I am stranded, Life’s road seems long, I look for Jesus, my helper He provides friends to encourage, And pray for me, My Saviour helps me giving me Grace to endure And His word to sustain me, Thank you,

Sonnet For Jessitha

Sonnet For Jessitha sonnet poems

In the arms of love, A beautiful untold story A loud silence that broke every barrier, The askance of the heart and its myriad worry Sojourning the barren mirth to make life merrier. Love’s wings summoned the romantist from Canada

Battling Anger

Battling Anger long poem

Father It’s a cloud of Irritability followed by a wrath of hostility. Help me because I don’t want to walk in displeasure For I know better. That with you I can do all things and be such a beautiful Priceless

Words Alone

Words Alone short poem

As if words of love could stand alone, Give shelter and feed me. Days when I was hungry, he fed, Provided for another family, But wrote and boasted about me. Cold nights caused me to shiver. No furious fire could

You Can Do It

You Can Do It short poem

You are looking outside To fix what’s inside No one else can do it for you It’s something only you can do There are things in your past That you are not proud of They are your demons Only you

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Elevation

Elevation long poem

Alone, perched upon the precipice, The Thinker, swathed in Olympian bliss, Thought thoughts of Truth and Power. The din to his ears did not rise, He did not witness Mankind’s demise From his lofty ivory tower. He fashioned fantastical fancies,

Mirrors

Mirrors ode

Confined to these walls guardians surrounding my transparent figure created to serve you I am the eye that is not part of you you come to me blind, uncertain, unknowledgeable seeking to know beauty, ugly but my sight surpasses that

Patawarin Mo Ako (forgive Me)

Patawarin Mo Ako (forgive Me) short poem

Selfish night, why do you make me weep? Have you no understanding of my heart? I never wanted us to part Most greedy night, why do you take away my joy? All I ever wanted was forever, most silent night

Drooping

Drooping short poem

For a desolatory trident I was feeding my anger. I could not do it, sell myself for punitive lenses of my calculus. A nymphalid arsenal. The war was still going on to strike in deep pockets, demolishing nascent hope. Future

Only Love

Only Love long poem

We know this world is the devil’s playground And he will do anything to turn people away From our Lord and savior Jesus Christ almighty But good will always conquer evil so have heart And let the bright white light

Gate Keepers Of The Land Of The Free

Gate Keepers Of The Land Of The Free long poem

 From what I have seen America is a well-oiled machine  Our military Always ready to fight Together with so much might Leaving their homes night after night Saying goodbye believing it’s not your last sight Living in a whole With rations and

Crush

Crush short poem

The dark circles may have been privy to your succumbence before an inorderly resonance.. you might have longed for his nights to brush your eye lids darker.. every morning was a story sketched in your eyes, every day were you

Lilith

Lilith prose poem

I am a Lilith in whom men had no faith I was as free as humming bee I was never owned by anybody this everybody disapproved hence was made a demon as the world knows me as an omen hundred

I Don’t Need No Money

I Dont Need No Money short poem

for SIA Is it an absurdity? To say you don’t need no money How can you survive? It’s easy – – – – – Just trust, have faith Things will come to you, be amazed at the abundance Enjoy reminisce,

Love Is Awesome

Love Is Awesome short poem

love starts from something but people think it’s nothing love has a beautiful charm but there is no love without harm love is very pleasant every day is like an event love changes the weather in love people spread their

The Outsider

The Outsider elegy

Frustrating February… dull, desolate, alone, I loiter through the narrow lanes, for I still don’t have a room of my own. The hands they used to hold, the oaths of love they told, I have witnessed them vanish in time,

Union With Infatuation

Union With Infatuation prose poem

Union with infatuation The very night is colorful in sweet company If contact would be, very grave, heart rejoices its fancy Now those eyes are composed and look drowsy The morning is restless for union is at climax This is

Tin Woman

Tin Woman long poem

Of all things sentimental. She came through the door wearing a suit of armor. The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms. With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down. A drop

My Loneliness

My Loneliness short poem

I am trying hard not to cry, I am trying to put my feelings aside. I am trying to be a good sister, wife and friend. I am trying not to offend. I am trying to not fear. I am

Walking Into You

Walking Into You short poem

Tonight the nectar will be spread to tame a random tormentor. Black and white, I never saw my father weeping. Lonely he was. I am my own creation today weather beaten. Confession to – confession, unread. When the- storm was

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy

An Evening Of Agony And Ecstacy short poem

That evening was unlike any other evening This evening is similar to that evening What was so dear to me that evening? The same is dear to me this evening Her soul and body spiraled in my arms that evening

The Magic Of Love

The Magic Of Love short poem

With a checklist in my mind Prince Charming, I was hoping to find It is only now that I realize When he comes, it will be a surprise Things will not go according to my plan He will have his

Mutation

Mutation long poem

In the womb of a test tube the male conjugates with the female, to germinate the genesis of a genus In a petri dish under the optics of a microscope a genetic engineer denudes and rapes the genus with a

The Quaint Cottage

The Quaint Cottage long poem

Off from the beaten path Near a roaring sea Stood a quaint cottage quite a mystery Green moss lined its border Lived a sophisticated woman who demanded order Sweeping always cleaning The soon she would discover No one dared to

Gratitude

Gratitude short poem

A blooming bud you are A beautiful flower in the becoming There is a spark in your eyes A friendly gesture in your smile The days of interaction that we have had I have learnt a lot from you as

Fame

Fame short poem

It is not necessary to be the smartest To be one of the coolest And it is not necessary to be the best looking To win the most applauding All you need is a good heart And an educated opinion

Time & Life

Time & Life long poem

Time runs faster than life, and life is nothing but time stretched into months years and so on; We, only we think, times moves fast or slow, actually, it is life whose movement determines its flow. in life, good times

Born To Struggle!

Born To Struggle! ode

conception announced, nine months tenancy begins, pregnancy troubles follow, delivery is here, three-year weaning gone by very fast. hurray! pre-k education is here, elementary school is over, middle and high schools completed, prom seal received, legal age-eighteen- creates buzz and

Progress With War

Progress With War long poem

The need of the hour is peace As the consequences of war are not like breeze Countries are grouping, so are the citizens Unity is strengthening, but, against other unions Deployment takes place to deplore another state The death of

Summer holidays in Madurai

Summer holidays in Madurai prose poem

A recent visit to Madurai – a vivacious South Indian town, reawakens my pleasant childhood memories. This vibrant town teems with life and vitality; juxtaposing both tradition and the contemporary way of life. I am awakened at about three in

Response

Response short poem

The myopic tongues of tall trees, going downhill to find the roots of four-letter words of dead, unspoken, but sung in dark. They had come out of the skin. River was flowing on emotional track, with heavy eyelids. Father said,

Cotton And Crickets

Cotton And Crickets prose poem

There is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs beneath its ground, but a quiet and

Rumination

Rumination short poem

Rumination… No more… proclamation for a key salvation… with gravitational truths and hypodermic memories, measured against a polystyrene heaven… No more… inner conflicts under a solar eclipse, orbiting inside my eyes… Outside-inside Me, rippling rhythms write a new stanza of

The sounds of the drive

The sounds of the drive short poem

The gentle creak of the suspension as i settle into the drivers seat, the sharp click of the key as it turns in the ignition, releasing the steering lock the metallic cough of the engine, as it starts up from

Selfie

Selfie short poem

Oh, selfie! who art thou? neither a ruler nor a pauper is spared from thy charm besotted are they with you in perpetuum forgetting tormenting woes even if for a blink alluring them as no one can! But I shudder

Monsoon

Monsoon short poem

When the rains come I imagine a little man Moustache of course In a little room With a lever of force When pulled down Boom! No lights in town This little man He has his moment of power Taking away

Stranger in strange land

Stranger in strange land short poem

Strange is the land on which he treads seeking blood for the vengeance within he stops and sniffs, yes there is hatred here someone will fall for the false hope again some eyes will always be moist some hearts will

Flaws

Flaws short poem

I told her that I have my flaws and you do too but every morning my first thought is you. We’ve seen many storms and got through them together. No matter if I caused them or you did we always

Sunday Market

Sunday Market short poem

There’s a pile of wounded umbrellas overlapping in the derelict doorway, sure to be some kind of slumbering gorilla back there, grinding its gray knuckles into the tiles and broken glass. Hundreds of people walking by on market day, bands