Poems About Broken Dreams Novels & Stories

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like

LYRA* When the man from my dream returned, my soul leaped with joy. I could feel his touch as he kissed me and held my hand. His touch was the only thing that broke the barrier of nothingness, but still, I could not break free. I felt I would forever be trapped within the confines of my mind.

The weight of our shattered dreams and broken promises bore down upon me, threatening to crush me beneath its relentless force. Then, a sound, faint yet distinct, reached my ears. Footsteps. I turned, my eyes meeting a pair of soulful, compassionate eyes that seemed to hold the universe within them. In that fleeting moment, time stood still, and all the pain and sorrow melted away. Those eyes offered solace, a glimmer of hope amidst the ruins of my broken love. I felt a hand reaching out to me, warm and comforting. It was an invitation to let go of the past and embrace the unknown future that lay ahead. The tears continued to flow, but this time, they were tears of release, of surrendering t

There was a pain but the pain with heart broken. I don't get a chance that what happened to me? what was the reason behind this whole struggle. IN MY DREAM: I saw my mother, I was walking in a beautiful garden, surrounded by colorful flowers and butterflies. The sun was shining brightly and the air was fresh and sweet. I felt happy and peaceful, as if nothing could go wrong. I saw my mother sitting on a bench, smiling at me. She looked young and radiant, just like I remembered her. She waved at me and I ran towards her, feeling a surge of love and gratitude.

"Dreams are like wishes in your heart's own song, While under rainbows and sunshine, they belong. Through suffering, through pain, they shine so brightly, In the darkest of nights, they light up the fight. Believe in your dreams, through thick and thin, A beacon of hope when life feels thin. No matter the struggles that may ensue, The dream you yearn for will come to you" “Somebody seemed happy,” I heard someone speak. I chuckled at myself realizing my best friend was standing in front of me, arms crossed on her chest, and shaking her head as she looked at me. “So happy that she totally ignored her best friend calling her name for a minute now.”

The entire night was filled with surreal and fragmented dreams—none of them forming a coherent story. In one of the dreams, Miranda cradled a chubby, smiling baby in her arms. Behind her stood a tall, gentle man, softly encircling her waist, quietly reminding her to watch her step. But when she turned to look at him, he vanished. All that remained was an endless field of wild grass, stretching as far as her eyes could see. No trace of the man, no one to turn to.

He squinted his eyes at it. I smiled softly to myself before I continued. “It's heartbreak. Broken trust, shattered dreams, the flame that warmed their hearts now flickers. The cracks are to show what's broken even in a painting so beautiful, the shadows to show the darkness that has taken away everything they once had… I wanted to capture the pain even in something so beautiful” I explained. He was silent for a while too long before humming. “It's haunting”

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

Let the dreams rot in the dark without you. But the jar was still full. Because I hadn’t taken more. Because part of me was still waiting, wasn’t it? Still wondering. Still listening for footsteps in the corridor, even as I cursed the idea of them. “Stupid,” I whispered to the dark. “I told them I wouldn’t be theirs. And now look at me.” Still wanting. Still breaking. Still hoping, somewhere deep beneath the rot, that someone might break the rules to reach me. But none of them would.

My Heart Is Broken By: Evanescence “All body feel that I will never find a way to heal my soul And I will wonder till the end of time Torn away from you My heart is broken... Sweet sleep my dark angel... Deliver us, from sorrows hold.” A tear escaped from my eyes Why does it feel like it reflects to what I felt? My heart is broken. Really really broken. Because of everything. Everyone. Especially Dwyne. My trust...my heart...has been broken again. It felt like it shattered into pieces, and I don't know how to put it back together again. I saw a truck in the distance. At the intersection. And it looks like it has lost its control. The brake won't work.