A HEART FOREVER BROKEN

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry

and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

Within this dark lonely evening I write vacant words

and the moon turns from silver to cold blue.

From tops of highest trees the predatory birds sing

as I write the saddest words of this night.

As this night like one other held within my arms

I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies.

How depth was deeper than any other depth 

that my heart dwelled and then asked to forget.

Love, the power of the sun and more I held toward her

breaking physics and eternal rules.

that she loved me sometimes but I loved forever.

so Tonight I write the saddest lines of a poem.

The feeling of night -- the feeling day

both weighing heavily upon my Soul.

:: 010.07.2023 ::

Reviews

[Akinlolu]

"she loved me sometimes but I loved forever"
When a relationship breaks apart, the most committed party suffers the most. But anyone of us can heal. And then we can wear the scar as a reminder so that we don't take life and people too seriously.
May this individual get better luck next time. May he find a woman worthy of such uninhibited love.
Akinlolu

[Matthew Kult]

Nothing can be sadder than the weight of all the broken pieces of ones heart. To pick up each piece one by one till eventually it's able to be restructured to something like it was. The scars remain

Great read.

With love,

Matthew

[E.P. Robles]

So true! Thank you!

[Jenni Bailey]

I love this poem! Such heavy wording, but carries realness. Great job!

[E.P. Robles]

Thank you ☺️

[noddingoff]

THIS S**T IS HEAVY

BREAK THE ETERNAL RULES.. fucxkk.....i have felt this lvoe before. This is the truth. I love you

[E.P. Robles]

A whisper can tumble a skyscraper. A thought more. Thank you so kindly.

[Lisasview]

Hi there,
I know it has been awhile... I had a few not so great accidents...and, could not use my arm/hand to write...
Anyways, I am back and was delighted to find this one of yours...as if it was waiting for me.
I feel your sadness as it floats off the page and into my heart... I am beckoned to read more and your amazing responses to others.
Pain seems to bring about great poetry. Love lost.... such sadness... I relate to this...
These words moved me as I read and reread them several time.
"As this night like one other held within my arms
I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies."
Lisasview

[John Sullivan]

Great piece. I know a thing or two about feeling empty words, but rest assured it does get better. Happy thoughts

[Weeping willow]

Truly wonderful expressed in depth emotions ;-]

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

oh, Dearest, it is grave,
the whole dark poetry to its end,
the pinline, is a great fragility,
and becoming lost woo.
:P -----Maynard

[E.P. Robles]

Let me help: Oh, Dearest, in the depths of verse so grave,
Where darkened poetry meets its solemn end,
The pinline, fragile thread, doth gently wave,
As lost souls wander, seeking love to mend.

In shadows deep, where poignant words reside,
A noble laureate weaves a mournful tale,
Each syllable, a universe implied,
In echoes of emotions, hearts bewail.

Through ink-stained nights and melancholy days,
I pen the verses of a tender woe,
In whispered rhymes, love's bittersweet ballet,
Where fragility and passion interflow.

Oh, Dearest, let this poetry declare,
The beauty found in life's ephemeral flight,
In every word, my soul I earnestly bare,
A noble laureate, lost in love's twilight.

[1809 Black Plague December]

beautifully penned my Dear, much love to you,
:)

[D. Mansfield]

The worst kind of pain a person can feel, your all by yourself in love sickness. Others don't care, it hurts like no other. Nice job on the poem

[E.P. Robles]

In solitude, a heart does silently weep,
A soul adrift in shadows, secrets keep,
Each ache, a symphony of silent cries,
Hidden 'neath the moon's indifferent eyes.

Alone, they bear a burden far too vast,
A pain that echoes from the distant past,
No solace found in daylight's warm embrace,
But in the quiet, tears softly trace.

Invisible sorrows, heavy as the night,
Yet within, a flicker of resilient light,
They endure, though darkness may consume,
A solitary soul, in the silent gloom.

Yet in their solitude, a strength takes flight,
For even in pain, there lies a quiet might,
To rise above the ache, to find a way,
To face the dawn of a brighter day.

[D. Mansfield]

Very nice, I have been there too many times

[E.P. Robles]

I am attempting to be friendly. outside of poetry. thank you for kind words.

[D. Mansfield]

thank you for that, sometimes Im dense, what part of the world do you occupy? I live in the kansas city area, im 63 years old which is just wierd, my name is dan

[E.P. Robles]

I am Phillip. At this moment I am in the Arizona desert. I'm 60 btw. But honestly, I feel several thousand year old. Any hoo. Be kind and Do One Good Thing Today.