Heartbroken Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
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heartbroken seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Obliteration Heartache
Obliteration heartache occurs
Nestled in the cocoon of your limber arms.
And ferocious creeping fingers.
Clouds obscure the moon.
Our time is soon.
You are quiet but ravenous.
My heartache was the lonely scavenger.
You sweetly stalk my night,
infiltrate my hidden chambers.
Blood stained with heartache's remains.
You obliterate the pain, the regret, the longing streaks of red blood.
Obliteration heartache occurs in the electricity that your eyes flood. .
Nestled in the cocoon of your limber arms.
And ferocious creeping fingers.
Clouds obscure the moon.
Our time is soon.
You are quiet but ravenous.
My heartache was the lonely scavenger.
You sweetly stalk my night,
infiltrate my hidden chambers.
Blood stained with heartache's remains.
You obliterate the pain, the regret, the longing streaks of red blood.
Obliteration heartache occurs in the electricity that your eyes flood. .
#heartbroken
#lover
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Life Moves On III
The past will fade
As it always does
The pain, erased
As life moves on
Remember the time I got lost in your eyes
The world around us just faded away
I could never see past the deceitful lies
But what I would've gave to stay another day
The past will fade
As it always does
The pain, erased
As life moves on
Remember the time I got lost in your arms
That feeling of feeling like maybe you felt
Cuz when I was with you, felt like you'd do no harm
But conclusions forgone, you weren't the one
The...
As it always does
The pain, erased
As life moves on
Remember the time I got lost in your eyes
The world around us just faded away
I could never see past the deceitful lies
But what I would've gave to stay another day
The past will fade
As it always does
The pain, erased
As life moves on
Remember the time I got lost in your arms
That feeling of feeling like maybe you felt
Cuz when I was with you, felt like you'd do no harm
But conclusions forgone, you weren't the one
The...
#heartbroken
#memories
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Valentine Once More

#love
#heartbroken
#rejection
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Blue
I look in the mirror and see my eyes
The realization hits like a train
and twists like a knife
My eyes are dull
Grey
Cloudy
And sad
The color faded with the hope that I had
When I let myself love you
My eyes were blue
Clear
Not like a stormy sea
They were like still water
But the the color faded as I started to believe
You never actually loved me
It isn't even about your love for me
It's about my love for you
Pushing you away
Pretending I don't care
Changes me ...
The realization hits like a train
and twists like a knife
My eyes are dull
Grey
Cloudy
And sad
The color faded with the hope that I had
When I let myself love you
My eyes were blue
Clear
Not like a stormy sea
They were like still water
But the the color faded as I started to believe
You never actually loved me
It isn't even about your love for me
It's about my love for you
Pushing you away
Pretending I don't care
Changes me ...
#heartbroken
#love
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Beneath the Surface
I feel it creeping,
something pulling at my skin,
like gravity that doesn’t let go,
but it’s soft, like water,
slow, sinking into my chest.
I’m not sure where the ground went—
maybe it was never there.
You’re still somewhere beneath the surface,
and I’m trying not to drown in the quiet.
I’m falling—
falling without a sound.
I’m breaking—
but I don’t know if I’ve hit the ground.
Is this what you wanted,
or was I already lost?
I’m descending—
slipping beneath everything I was.
I’m a ghost in...
something pulling at my skin,
like gravity that doesn’t let go,
but it’s soft, like water,
slow, sinking into my chest.
I’m not sure where the ground went—
maybe it was never there.
You’re still somewhere beneath the surface,
and I’m trying not to drown in the quiet.
I’m falling—
falling without a sound.
I’m breaking—
but I don’t know if I’ve hit the ground.
Is this what you wanted,
or was I already lost?
I’m descending—
slipping beneath everything I was.
I’m a ghost in...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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Betrayed
You buried me with your silence
Broken bonds and trampled trust
I took the bait and fell into the trap
Of your luring seductive eyes of lust
Scars scrape across my heart
Blind to your bidding from the start
Now I'm delusional and dead
To a world as empty as my cold bed
Broken bonds and trampled trust
I took the bait and fell into the trap
Of your luring seductive eyes of lust
Scars scrape across my heart
Blind to your bidding from the start
Now I'm delusional and dead
To a world as empty as my cold bed
#betrayal
#despair
#heartbroken
#regret
#rejection
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Faded flames
Faded flames haunt my memories
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#regret
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*Vulnerable*
I struggle to write love poems
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
#SelfReflection
#vulnerability
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Grieving
Grieving on how my story was always too dark to be told. That when I told it, I'd either get censored, be told I'm too triggering, or be looked at with those pitiful eyes. I get that not everyone will do this, but it happens enough times to where it's saddening.
I'm alone often for this reason. I don't want to talk because it takes up too much energy to do so. Which is why I've ignored talking on YouTube for months and months. The expectation to do it perfectly makes me wanna drop dead. Other people's expectations scare me. I must do it solely for me. But still I absorb people's...
I'm alone often for this reason. I don't want to talk because it takes up too much energy to do so. Which is why I've ignored talking on YouTube for months and months. The expectation to do it perfectly makes me wanna drop dead. Other people's expectations scare me. I must do it solely for me. But still I absorb people's...
#bittersweet
#grief
#heartbroken
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750 Pounds of Dirt
These poems
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
#abuse
#death
#forgiveness
#graveyard
#heartbroken
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Healing
Healing is such a complicated journey as no human being is given the same hand of cards to play in the game of life.
I always thought that with time, the wounds from a perticular breakup, would hurt less and the blood would dissipate in a vague memory tucked in its own understanding of the traces it left behind.
I never came to terms with why that specific relationship, affected my soul in such a powerful manner. The colors were brighter with him and the melody euphonious. Aromas of life exhilirated my spirit, whenever he was around.
I don't think he truly...
I always thought that with time, the wounds from a perticular breakup, would hurt less and the blood would dissipate in a vague memory tucked in its own understanding of the traces it left behind.
I never came to terms with why that specific relationship, affected my soul in such a powerful manner. The colors were brighter with him and the melody euphonious. Aromas of life exhilirated my spirit, whenever he was around.
I don't think he truly...
#breakup
#healing
#heartbroken
#love
#relationships
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crowstone
diving into the whirlpool of love
i reached a fake fairyland where the cuckoo hypnotized me
the shiny origami ducks of magenta pecked my tender heart with intensity
lucid dreams, moist as porcelain, pricked me with needles
the butterflies tied my hands and dragged me into a blackhole...
i reached a fake fairyland where the cuckoo hypnotized me
the shiny origami ducks of magenta pecked my tender heart with intensity
lucid dreams, moist as porcelain, pricked me with needles
the butterflies tied my hands and dragged me into a blackhole...
#heartbroken
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