Healing Broken Heart Poems Novels & Stories

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

Certain storms don’t make a wave. Certain winds don't crash abroad. The night dies, and morning brings joy. But wounds delve deep remains, when the sun lifts. The rising lights never heal deep cuts of a broken night. Sorrows never die, in a smiling sun. My soul crashes, when our eyes meet. My sight fades, watching guilt parade his stare. His frown grows deep, his brows shrinking, while his lips shift. I hear silence waving through my head. Stinging rings of steel, singing through my ears, like rifting sounds.

Inferno of emotions His heart was broken Cracked into two by events of past Where the other part was hidden by him somewhere where it could never be found again. She knew his heart like her own As once they beated as a whole. She was going to mend his broken heart. Even if she had to break her own heart into two, Just to complete the jigsaw of his heart's missing part. Even if after it her heart would be sacrificed but still knowing that his heart was complete she will be satisfied.

I used to have a playful, sweet son, Shawn Sorensen. But now, his skin looked pale and puffy from being underwater for too long. The blood on the severed half of his hand had dried up a long time ago, but it would never heal. People kept telling me to cry and get my pain out, but I didn't. I quietly handled everything for Shawn before placing him in the cold coffin. That was when I got a call from Zach Sorensen.

"In the silence of the night, her heart was wounded, An invisible wound, yet so deep. She loved with all her heart, But her love was betrayed and abandoned. The woman cried in the corner of her room, Remembering the good times that once were. Her smile that was once so bright, Now faded, replaced by sadness. She felt like a wilted flower, abandoned by the sun that once warmed her. Every smile she used to give, Now feels like a burden that doesn't mean much. But she persevered, despite her broken heart, Seeking the strength to rise again. She knows that love doesn't always last, But she still hopes for a miracle. The woman's heart is broken, but strong, She gathers the pieces of her heart. Ma

He needs to know that I am here to pick him up and make him whole. It is actions that broke his heart apart, but with my words, I know that I can soothe that deep agony that tortures him still. With my words, I can soothe him until the cage around his heart snaps as if it is made of thin caramel strands rather than a cast iron. With words, I can take what is broken inside and make him willing to walk the hard road of recovery. I know that if my words are not backed up by love, they will all be as valuable as the print on a letter that is charring and burning in the earth

The poem goes as follows: His “Lost in the darkness, Shattered pieces of my broken heart, Loneliness in my soul, never thought it would heal. Then he came along. Never in million years, would I have though he would be mine? He picked up the pieces of my broken heart. He became a companion to my lonely soul. He took me by surprise. The darkest times of them all, He brought me the stars to light my path. When all I did was cry, He patiently held me in his arms. When he was not around, he would just call and listen to me runt. He doesn’t know how low I was when he picked me up. He had no clue the broken pieces he fixed .He has no idea how much of me is his .My heart belongs to him, so does my s

"You drew me in with a sweetness I'd never experienced before, something so powerful that I could feel it even when we weren't together. But when you appeared angry, I couldn't figure out why. You broke me in ways I never imagined possible. You blasted my safe haven into hell, my mind into its own prison." She used to think that her haven is with Perci's warm embrace and kisses, but it turned out to be her prison. She is still healing from a wound that seems to have no cure. She realized that healing a broken heart is a recipe for which she is the chef. The right music, the right good memories, the right boost of self-worth, the right amount of self-love, is all that keeps her strong. No one

“If a broken crayon can still color, then a broken heart can still love as well.” Her voice resonated loudly inside his head as he tried to recall the beautiful memories. He slowly caressed her hair, and it was such a relief that she didn't dodge or struggle. She just stayed still. “You are right. I started with a broken heart. The trauma I had and the thoughts of people I love leaving made me afraid to fall in love again, but you are the one who made me believe that I could start all over. The more I know you, the deeper I fall in love with you—to the point where I don't even realize that my wound is healing. My heart was frozen, but you melted it.”

There was a hidden secret on this night. I am scared to whisper it. ~ AUTHOR’S POV~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time heals everything, even a broken heart or a broken soul. Slowly life will fill your damaged pieces with something new to hold on to and teach you it’s ok to be broken, but never stop living this beautiful life.