Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

A broken whisper. I desperately tried to gather the ashes. Even if it was only a handful. Even if it was only a little. I wanted to save whatever remained. But the sharp edges of the shattered jar sliced into my palms. Blood immediately began dripping onto the floor, red mixing with gray. The sight only made my chest tighten further. At that point, my heart was no longer merely broken. It felt obliterated, erased and reduced to nothing. “No… this can’t be real.” “It has to be an illusion.”

It was poison to her spirit, killing off other emotions until it was all that remained. Her heart has been broken by the one person she thought could never break it. How could love be this wicked? Why does it hurt so much? How could love that was so sweet and tender, all of a sudden turn sour? It feels as though she fell into a cactus and her heart has been punctured a million over by tiny pins. It strung at first, but now it left her numb; not even slightly painful, just numb.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

My breath caught in my throat. Because the moment he turned around, everything inside me shattered. “MATE.” The word ripped out of me before I could stop it. Before I could think. Before I could breathe. His lips formed the same word at the exact same time. My mate. My mate. My mate. No. No, no, no.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

" My love! Are you hurt? Remember! Don't leave without telling us anything. Also, didn't I tell you that don't talk to strangers!?" How to describe a heartache romantically? Agony of heart? How does a poet create beautiful poems of heartbreak? I don't know. Because it doesn't feel like Autumn's unwelcome wind or winter's unbearable cold. That pain is something indescribable. It doesn't suit any line of those poems. A stranger? Yes. I am the stranger here. But since I am a human too. Can't he be a little considered for my heart? Why is he so eager to break it like he is breaking some candy glass?

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

Her voice dropped, intimate, conspiratorial, like we were old friends sharing secrets instead of strangers circling each other in a war that had only just begun. "Be careful with that heart, sweetheart." The words were soft, almost kind, and utterly poisonous. "It's been frozen for a reason. Some of us learned that lesson the hard way too. Some of us learned that when ice cracks, it doesn't always melt. Sometimes it just breaks."

The audience gets quiet, waiting to hear what I’m going to say. “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.” Unapologetically Me By Lotta Patterson © 2021 You tried to break me, But I’m unbreakable. You tried to shake me,