Bear no more
What more
than sacrifices
I have to bear,
A poor torn heart,
a ragged heart that
barely pulsates,
ignoring a solution,
Nor notice fragments of
a broken jar,
nor I see courage to
intent a change,
Deprive of my abilities,
a vision gray,
of latitudes unknown,
The angels taking this grief,
this torn heart obscure,
carefully carried it
up from toils,
And gave it to God.
And there with no courage
no solution, but the heavens
to escort the healing.
And softly descent this
heart to the destiny of a
grieving soul.
And the hand of
God to heal this wound.
©ElenaToledo2008
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart
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A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart—
That sat it down to rest—
Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day
Flowed silver to the West—
Nor noticed Night did soft descend—
Nor Constellation burn—
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
The angels—happening that way
This dusty heart espied—
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God—
There—sandals for the Barefoot—
There—gathered from the gales—
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering Sails.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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You Didn't Rip My Heart Out
I think about how
I love.
The first time
I hung onto him
So hard with my heart,
That when he left
My heart was torn loose.
Though I am reminded
Of a still hanging
Heart,
i seek someone to heal it.
Now, after twice more,
My heart hangs again.
It never did quite heal.
Everyone who tried
To heal it hurt me
More.
As for those I
Loved,
They did not
Mend my heart
Back in place.
They used their
Words to
Blind me of the
Stake
They used to Impale my heart
Back in
Place,
And when they
Left
.....
They ripped it out
And left my
Still beating,
Still bleeding
Heart
Hanging, Draining
Of the Crimson
Love
I so longed to share
With them.
Will you heal my
Wounded and dying heart
or
Will you be just another
Scar my
Heart
Will bear?
poem by Sans Serif
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Torn And Tattered Heart
my heart is torn and tattered
it seems like nothing else matters
i gave my heart, soul, and mind
and thought it would last for a long time.
you find someone which you grow to love and
it gets deeper and higher than the stars above.
you feel that this love will forever last
but it becomes part of the past.
when you see this person change their points of view
but! not to satisfy you.
just to satisfy their blown egos and their conceit
and your love they could never meet.
and now your heart is a divided road with
nowheres to go.
you pick up the pieces of your torn heart
and look for another place to start.
this torn and tattered heart knows it must
pick itself up again-and start the search all anew
in hopes that it'll find someone better than you.
someone who will appreciate all the love
that you have to give.
for in the long run they will win.
they'll win a heart which has gotten strong
and with you it will belong.
this is my heart which i give to you- which will
no longer be sad or blue.
poem by Louis Rams
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A Womans Touch
(toby keith/wayne perry)
Lately Ive been lookin through the windows of my soul
And I can see theres not much left to hold
Just an empty space surrounded by the pieces of
A badly broken heart thats forgotten how to love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
When I look in the mirror, the only thing I see
Are traces of the man I used to be
Late at night I hear it, it cannot be denied
A lonely voice is crying out from somewhere deep inside
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my heart needs is a womans touch
A tender hand to fix it up
Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
Yeah, its rough and ragged edges
Sure could sure some love
What my heart needs is a womans touch
What my poor heart needs is a womans touch
A womans touch
song performed by by Toby Keith
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My Heart Is Forged From Fire
My Heart is forged from fire
Trapping those inside
Hurting the ones around me
Killing those who survive
My Heart is forged from fire
Burning my only Soul
Taking the lives of others
Yearning for something to hold
My Heart is forged from fire
Filled with Heartless Despair
Thinking of nothing other
Than the courage I cannot bear
My Heart is forged from fire
Death defiling my Soul
Lies throughout my head
Broken, Battered, and Dead
My Heart is forged fromfire
Slowly Burning away
And Day by Day
I feel it fade
Until it will be lost one day
poem by Nicole Chury
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Broken Vase
The vase where this verbena is dying
was cracked by a blow from a fan.
It must have barely brushed it,
for it made no sound.
But the slight wound,
biting into the crystal day by day,
surely, invisibly crept
slowly all around it.
The clear water leaked out drop by drop.
The flowers' sap was exhausted.
Still no one suspected anything.
Don't touch! It's broken.
Thus often does the hand we love,
barely touching the heart, wound it.
Then the heart cracks by itself
and the flower of its love dies.
Still intact in the eyes of the world,
it feels its wound, narrow and deep,
grow and softly cry.
It's broken. Don't touch!
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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Quatrain #457 - It is said that only pure Love.........
It is said that only pure Love can mend a broken heart
a heart by which love, being frustrated, has torn apart.
And everything then that Love can say or do
should heal all the wound if that Love be true.
poem by George Krokos
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Broken Heart Lollipop
Broken heart Lollipop
Got it at the candy shop
Broken heart Lollipop
How did we end up like this
Play that song that no one hears
Hoping that you will listen
Been away for all these years
You kept, me searching
Need a little bit more of your
Kandy kisses, so delicious
Need a little bit more
I need you right now!
Broken heart Lollipop
My broken heart Lollipop
You came into my world
You turned it right side up
Then you turned, you were gone
Leaving me this way
Broken heart Lollipop
My broken heart Lollipop
What went wrong?
I'm here staring at your picture
Thinking you'll come back to me
Looking for a solution
How can I make it real?
Broken heart Lollipop
Got it at the candy shop
Broken heart
poem by Dave Correia
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What Gives You Courage
Without fear there cannot be courage
Fear drives the unthinkable out of us
What gives you courage when there is none?
What gives you courage to get out of bed?
What gives you courage to drive when you know it's dangerous?
What gives you courage to succeed?
What gives you courage to survive?
What gives you courage to strive?
People have courage to live for their children
People have courage to live for themselves
People have courage to live for hope
People have courage because they believe
People have courage to not give up
Fear is not the essence of life
But a free soul not tamed
Courage is the journey of your heart
Guided by strength
On a path of untamed obstacles
Let courage guide you
As you begin your quest
poem by Alisha Ricks
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A Heart Trade
Long time ago
A woman tried to trade her own heart: ..
..
My tears, would you please get dry? !
Is there somebody or something
To stop Me, stop my Cry?
Abyss! !
Release my body and my soul! Despair! !
My heart, is not your home:
Go! Disappear! Disintegrate! !
Get Homeless! Hungry! Die! ! !
.........................................
Aww.. Heart to become a killer? !
No,
Never
Can't! ..
Not even the despair and loneliness..
I know, they're bad..But they are personal
They're mine! ..
Hahahahaha...
No! I don't want anything (or nothing,) die? !
Do search for better word and choice:
What would it be? !
Transformation? ! Naah.. Evolution? ! Ttsst...Change? ! .~hard..
Sell..hmm..sounds bad
.Trade..yes! ! That's it! Trade it! !
I' ll trade my broken lonely crying heart
For anything to anyone..
Who wants it?
A broken lonely crying heart Once!
A broken lonely crying heart Twice! !
A broken...No Offered Price? !
The cheapest thing! A paper clip, a thread, Nothing! !
.. Lonely crying heart...
No one? !
Come on...Can't be that hard!
No problem..I Can be patient..
I'll wait..but please:
Stop time or help me stop my Cry..
....
And so, the poor woman
couldn't even do a trade..
And you know what?
She had to heal herself.
She did it smartly
By sharing little half torn
smiles..
And broken little pieces
of
her heart..
Bits, were put into baked cakes
shared in a small neighborhood
Others were put in flower's seeds
who knows where wind did spread them
But most, were put into warm words
and shared with an entire world..
Her heart developed..
Now days she found her dolphin smile
Again..
poem by Elena Sandu
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Of A Broken Heart
If only I die
Just once in my life
If only to try
To take a guess, to be the best
A feeling I hide
That runs this world, that keeps us alive
I want you to climb with me
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
The heart of a child
Is in your hands now
So lets see you smile
cause Im not impressed with your loneliness
And its been a while
Since you forgave all your changes made
So lets count the miles together
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
If only I die
Just once in my life
If only to try together
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die of a broken heart
A broken heart
Until I die
song performed by by Zwan
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Coffee Courage
The bitter coffee kicked;
I shook and then I licked
My lips and gave a sigh.
Shattered eyes encouraged,
I nearly had envisaged
Waking up an eye.
Another sip; a jolt –
Not unlike a bolt
Of wattage from the mains.
My sockets under strain,
I tried it once again:
Aha! The light, the searing white –
My God, the bloody pain!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Healing Prayers
prayer is the healing
of a broken heart
That gives you courage
To once again start
To walk firmly
On the road
And with courage
Share your load
So pray a lot
When you feel blue
And believe taht surely
God cares for you.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Broken Hearts
Two hearts joined
In the fate of love
Two hearts break
In the wings of a dove
One heart still loves
Still hopes, Still dreams
One heart hurts
One heart Screams
The heart that loves
Still hopes, Still dreams
That's my heart
Torn at the seams
The heart that hurts
The one that screams
That's his heart
Torn at the seams
Two hearts lost
A beloved lil dream
The hurt the pain
A never ending dream
The heart that's his
Threw it away
The love, The affection
An eventful day
Two hearts joined
But ripped and torn
Just as violent
As a winter storm
One heart still loves
Still hopes, Still dreams
To one day fix his
and sew up the seams
But one heart still hurts
Still cries, Still screams
That's his heart
With no more dreams
A heart confused
A heart in pain
That's his heart
A heart with no gain
Two hearts broken
Ripped at the seams
But two hearts Joined
Forever in their dreams
My heart hopes
That his heart sees
The love we share
Was meant to be
My heart waits
For his to return
My heart hopes
That his will learn
That my heart and his
......Were meant to be
poem by Rose Favela
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Here's My Heart
my heart has heard You say
'oh, come and talk with me'
and my heart responds from deep within
'my precious Lord, I'm coming.'
so here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
You have filled it so deeply I cannot contain it anymore
here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
now I offer it up to be broken and changed
Lord, I ask that You mold me and use me
here's my heart
I long for a pure heart,
that I might see Your face
a broken and contrite spirit
that I might know Your grace
so here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
You have filled it so deeply I cannot contain it anymore
here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
now I offer it up to be broken and changed,
Lord, I ask that You mold me and use me
here's my heart
I know that it's broken and bleeding
a little bruised and cracked from a fall
I've torn off some pieces and handed them out
but to You, I give it all
so here's my heart.
poem by Julia Wakeman
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The Heart Of A Woman I Know
When her heart was torn into piece
She swore to heavens,
To pay him back in their own coin
Using a reflection of her old self
Heaven wept, and wailed
For her heart grows weak
Through it never ending toil for revenge
For their sake she should abandon her quest
She never yield, though her heart lies in great pain
The penalty other men had to feel
Through shattered head and heart
Pounding hard as the asafo drums
Her spirit grow restless
For the more blood she tasted
Her sword stained with the cry of broken heart
Vengeance is all she would wage
For the heart of men are wicked
poem by Samuel Donkor
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For Many Many Years A Problem
for many many years a problem
seized me by my throat;
i ran to places broken-hearted
in search of a way-out of the muddle;
peace was at no peace with me
and swiftly receded far far into the horizon;
everywhere there seemed a solution
yet it was not to be, never to be;
i dashed my head with experts in the field
but my worries alone multiplied
and my purse ran dry and my eyes wet in tears;
my inner mouth was in ceaseless prayers
but no gods lifted their lids for a momentary glance;
the pages of my diary were drenched in sorrow;
years rolled on as it should, piling more grief on me;
no solution was in sight and i resigned to my fate
as a retribution for my commissions in earlier births.
one day, can i call it, a fine day
there had been a perceptable turn around;
it was for better, it seemed to be, my joy in pains-
it grew in arithmetic progression, drying my tears;
a simple solution, i knew not what, somewhere occurred;
o god, what was it that suddenly visited me
and thrashed and drove away my pain and grief?
who withheld it so long and why?
why now a change of heart all of a sudden?
my hair seemed to regain its black tint
my legs became light and leaping
my heart pumped more energy into my soul;
strong shafts of light shot into my indoors-
o god, everything is beyond my comprehension!
o friends in grief, await your moment, painting patience;
it would one day oblige our tireless efforts!
--s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The Proper Use of Control
Every thought and action
is a step towards creating
Paradise, here, now!
Or
It is a step towards
reinforcing and maintaining
the status quo.
This hell that we call reality.
The old and familiar
is known and comfortable.
Am I brave enough to “experiment”
with the unknown?
The unknown can be scary as hell!
Do I have the courage to change my world?
Am I brave enough to help to birth
another evolution in our species?
What better environment
to experiment with than in my family?
Among those whose love should be
given unconditionally.
I own transformation
by having faith in my “Higher Power” and,
having the courage to face my fears.
The bravest thing I have ever done
was to face my own fears.
This brought about my
most powerful transformation to date.
For I am still learning, growing and transforming.
The time for Change is at hand.
“Let go and let God”
“It works if you work it.”
“When one door closes, another door opens.”
“It isn’t courage if you do not feel fear.”
It is my life, my body, my mind,
my heart and soul.
I have the courage to apply
The proper use of control.
Control of self, rather than control of another.
poem by Emma Beverage
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God Will Heal My Broken Heart
My heart has been hurt so much from you and other people who hate me
I hope one day
God will heal my broken heart
I pray day after day I be ok again
I need to get on with my life
My heart is all black and clouded
Never ending pain
My heart hurt so much because I love you or someone I know died
I cry everyday
I can't take it anymore
So I hope and hope
God will heal my broken heart
I need a micrale
People I know pray for me to be ok and be happy again
I want to thank them for caring so much
They don't want something happen to me and they don't have to
I be fine again
I just want to stop dealing with this broken heart so I don't have to worry to much
My happiness is gone and I want it back
People keep asking me how I am and I wish I can tell them the truth, but
I don't want them to keep worrying about me
A little bit longer and I be alright
I be waiting here and
God will heal my broken heart
poem by Christina Phan
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My Heart Burns and Melts
My heart burns and melts with a pain and sickness
unlike this world has seen
for the tears and cries and pain and hurt of loved ones
my heart burns and melts with the ugliness which paints this world
a gloomy gray for the greed, violence, hate, and prejudice
which plaques our world
my heart burns and melts for the tired, hungry, weak, and poor
for the wars that slaughters billions and families
that are torn apart by lust and greed and jealously and hate
my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as incense
as we live our lives in sin and vain without a care in the world
for the world we live in is cold as ice and the world is dark as pitch
for my heart burns and melts with a passion of pain and sadness
as my heart burns and melts like ice
for my heart burns and melts for the sick and needy of the world
for the broken hearts out there who need healing
for my heart burns and melts with a passion as strong as love itself
in hoping that one day the world will a happier place
enriched in golden bliss of happiness and peace on earth
for my heart burns with a passion for a dream
that's as sweet as love itself in all its beauty
poem by Brett Strotman
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