Heartbroken Poems
#heartbroken
The pain of being heartbroken inspires sad, tragic and emotive poems. Poems about lost love and being heartbroken include poetry about grief and relationships, or friendships, coming to an end.
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Love, a Vanishing Mirage
I have chased love like a wayward star,
Only to find it flickering from afar.
A shimmering glow, a whispered dream,
But never the haven it once had seemed.
I poured my soul into hands untrue,
Sculpted castles in skies so blue.
Yet each foundation, cracked and worn,
Left me adrift, tattered, and torn.
They spoke in tongues of forever’s embrace,
Yet behind soft words lay a hollow space.
A lover, an imposter, a master of disguise,
Leaving me drowning in echoed goodbyes.
I stitched my heart with fragile thread,
But...
Only to find it flickering from afar.
A shimmering glow, a whispered dream,
But never the haven it once had seemed.
I poured my soul into hands untrue,
Sculpted castles in skies so blue.
Yet each foundation, cracked and worn,
Left me adrift, tattered, and torn.
They spoke in tongues of forever’s embrace,
Yet behind soft words lay a hollow space.
A lover, an imposter, a master of disguise,
Leaving me drowning in echoed goodbyes.
I stitched my heart with fragile thread,
But...
#disappointment
#emotional
#heartbroken
#love
#relationships
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Now I hate him.
The paper is a block of wood.
I stood watching.
I'll not speak of what he may have been thinking, but I heard him recite evil words on small beings.
The mouse was dangling from the glue trap, Already dead in his screaming.
There was no need for torment. Or to draw the torment to my attention.
Now I hate him.
I stood watching.
I'll not speak of what he may have been thinking, but I heard him recite evil words on small beings.
The mouse was dangling from the glue trap, Already dead in his screaming.
There was no need for torment. Or to draw the torment to my attention.
Now I hate him.
#anger
#anxiety
#hate
#heartbroken
#rejection
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Outro
He loves to get a reaction,
causing the retraction of my feelings.
As the song plays
I know I have stayed too long.
The melody stings.
Still, I pluck each string,
hoping to tune the sour notes;
but the chunks rise to my throat.
The words unsaid well up,
and the tears shed through our chorus.
Now we are at a versus,
and the worst is that no one is winning.
causing the retraction of my feelings.
As the song plays
I know I have stayed too long.
The melody stings.
Still, I pluck each string,
hoping to tune the sour notes;
but the chunks rise to my throat.
The words unsaid well up,
and the tears shed through our chorus.
Now we are at a versus,
and the worst is that no one is winning.
#conflict
#heartbroken
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The Clumsy Dance of Heartache
lonely sound
of a heart
unheard heartbeat
questions
bever asked
unanswered
love stumbles
before beauty
it's always clumsy
beautiful chaos
under brutal light
fireflies fly
longer nights ahead
till dawn peaks
will summer bloom
mirror cracks
while waiting
here alone
crying useless tears
little acid raindrops
burning cheeks
she's an illusion
just tauting
haunting me
of a heart
unheard heartbeat
questions
bever asked
unanswered
love stumbles
before beauty
it's always clumsy
beautiful chaos
under brutal light
fireflies fly
longer nights ahead
till dawn peaks
will summer bloom
mirror cracks
while waiting
here alone
crying useless tears
little acid raindrops
burning cheeks
she's an illusion
just tauting
haunting me
#heartbroken
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Her Friends Yelled "April Fools!!"
Matt saw Hilary standing naked.
She was waiting for Tom to arrive.
Her friends yelled "April Fools!!"
That made Hilary cry with closed eyes.
Matt got naked and behind poor Hilary.
She was waiting for Tom to arrive.
Her friends yelled "April Fools!!"
That made Hilary cry with closed eyes.
Matt got naked and behind poor Hilary.
#fiction
#friendship
#heartbroken
#regret
#sex
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THE PROMISE
He knelt before her
With sweaty palms and on feeble knees
The future before his eyes forever a blur
As he took his hand in his to make his plea
Opening the ring box – he made his proposal
Wondering with heart-racing pounds if she’d accept or deny
His plea he placed at her mercy or disposal
Seconds seemed long before her reply
Granting her final answer with acceptance
With only a few months to retract her admittance.
Sliding the ring on her finger – he betrothed
As they exchanged their personal oaths
Promising each other...
With sweaty palms and on feeble knees
The future before his eyes forever a blur
As he took his hand in his to make his plea
Opening the ring box – he made his proposal
Wondering with heart-racing pounds if she’d accept or deny
His plea he placed at her mercy or disposal
Seconds seemed long before her reply
Granting her final answer with acceptance
With only a few months to retract her admittance.
Sliding the ring on her finger – he betrothed
As they exchanged their personal oaths
Promising each other...
#grief
#heartbroken
#rejection
#sadness
#shame
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Spring Changes
Tears of fire on red hot cheeks
April's new blooms burned underfoot
Sweet jasmine wafting through the warming air
Smothered by the smog of burning tar
Fawns drink the cool waters of the babbling brook
Where the beasts of night devour them
New beginnings meet new ends
A tale as old as time is made anew
First smiles and first kisses change with the seasons
But love cannot dampen
That passionate flame of hate
April's new blooms burned underfoot
Sweet jasmine wafting through the warming air
Smothered by the smog of burning tar
Fawns drink the cool waters of the babbling brook
Where the beasts of night devour them
New beginnings meet new ends
A tale as old as time is made anew
First smiles and first kisses change with the seasons
But love cannot dampen
That passionate flame of hate
#anger
#heartbroken
#love
#nature
#regret
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DUP is CLOSING
I got the news that DEEP UNDERGROUND POETRY is closing the site 12 May 2025!
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
Peace & love to all the poets.
Thanks for reading my poems and giving feedback.
Keep writing.
I will probably not move to another site.
Maybe this tragic event will inspire me to finally publish a book of my poetry.
I will miss this site very much.
#heartbroken
#WritingPoetry
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Anesthesia
The world bit my heart
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
with blind and grim ferocity,
of primordial innocence
only the ghost remained.
I closed my eyes, fled the light,
I gasped in the breath of the crowds;
in the idiocy of those who rumble
without ever asking questions.
I found a corner inside me,
fresh and slightly tinged with half-light,
I added a moon of madness
and some notes of melancholy.
Now it is here that I stand,
in the anesthesia of time
and human anguish.
Who knows if I survive
or only feign being alive.
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
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Closing Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGytDsqkQY8
Last drinks shouts the tender
drink em up
it's time to be out
I need to get home
so sip the last of your beer
slam down the last shots
head toward the outside
the chill of the night
fought off by the incoherence of
alcohols numb
the wisps of the smoke machine swirls
and clings like sad fog
to the crusted carpets
where booze and blood
bile and tears have stained my memories
with exquisite times and the haunted agony
of a thousand-thousand poets ...
Last drinks shouts the tender
drink em up
it's time to be out
I need to get home
so sip the last of your beer
slam down the last shots
head toward the outside
the chill of the night
fought off by the incoherence of
alcohols numb
the wisps of the smoke machine swirls
and clings like sad fog
to the crusted carpets
where booze and blood
bile and tears have stained my memories
with exquisite times and the haunted agony
of a thousand-thousand poets ...
#bittersweet
#frustration
#heartbroken
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Shelter From The Storm
I don't wanna go
don't want to leave
don't want anyone to go
want you all to stay
wanna stay here and play ♥
reminds me of the past
when i was a little boy
came home on weekends
from the orphange
to stay with mom
it was heaven
it was peace
it was here
came time to leave
time to go back
got scared
hid under the bed
i cried and screamed...
feel like hiding
under the bed now!!!
Don't wanna go...just wanna play ♥
don't want to leave
don't want anyone to go
want you all to stay
wanna stay here and play ♥
reminds me of the past
when i was a little boy
came home on weekends
from the orphange
to stay with mom
it was heaven
it was peace
it was here
came time to leave
time to go back
got scared
hid under the bed
i cried and screamed...
feel like hiding
under the bed now!!!
Don't wanna go...just wanna play ♥
#fear
#heartbroken
#sadness
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Winter comfort
I used to speak, to share my pain,
But every word was met with rain—
Not the kind that heals the ground,
Just the kind that pulls me down.
So now I keep my heart locked tight,
No more trust, no more light.
Why spill my soul when all I find
Are empty ears and colder minds?
So here’s my truth, my sad refrain:
I’ll crack a can, let silence reign.
No matter how cold this drink may be,
People are colder—that’s truth to me.
At least the chill that numbs my hand
Won’t judge or leave me where...
But every word was met with rain—
Not the kind that heals the ground,
Just the kind that pulls me down.
So now I keep my heart locked tight,
No more trust, no more light.
Why spill my soul when all I find
Are empty ears and colder minds?
So here’s my truth, my sad refrain:
I’ll crack a can, let silence reign.
No matter how cold this drink may be,
People are colder—that’s truth to me.
At least the chill that numbs my hand
Won’t judge or leave me where...
#despair
#disappointment
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
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