Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

His mother carrying bowl after bowl of bitter tonics, casting sideways glances at Lily and mocking her for being useless. Fleur's half-joking, half-malicious remarks: Maybe your wife played around too much when she was young—bled too much, so she can't get pregnant now! Crushing guilt nearly drowned him. The pain was so intense he could barely breathe. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his eyes turned terrifyingly red. He hadn't done it on purpose—but he had been the most foolish accomplice. After a long time, he finally spoke with difficulty. "Lily, I know you've suffered. It's normal to resent me. I truly understand your pain. This will never happen again."

She sung through the intense electric shocks radiating down her neck and body “Here comes a wave….Meant to wash me away…..A tide that is taking me under...Swallowing sand….Left with nothing to say…My voice drowned out in the thunder….But I won't cry….And I won't start to crumble…..Whenever they try…To shut me or cut me down….I won't be silenced…..You can't keep me quiet…..Won't tremble when you try it…..All I know is I won't go speechless….’Cause I'll breathe….When they try to suffocate me…..Don't you underestimate me….’Cause I know that I won't go speechless….Written in stone…..Every rule, every word….Centuries old and unbending…..Stay in your place…..Better seen and not heard…..But now tha

It's just that, My heart broke, And mended, With you, On the outside, And then he came, And you left, Forever. Once I was a glass figurine, perfect to the eye, fragile underneath. Since you used your words as weapons I am ground to the finest of dust - still glass, yet vulnerable to any gust. I still feel pain, so much raw pain, but I can't be broken anymore. You did your worst, but I am still here, sparkling in the midwinter light.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

Aldrake said, his words shattering her heart. His words sliced through her heart like a thousand shards of glass, each one cutting deeper into her soul. Tears streamed down her face, a torrent of pain and despair that she couldn't contain. She trembled, her entire being shattering under the weight of his cruel words. It was as if the very foundation of her world had been ripped apart, leaving her gasping for air, unable to process the brutal truth that had just been laid bare.

"Lost in shadows, I wander free A heart once whole, now broken sea Echoes of memories, whispers low A love that faded, like the winter's snow In moonlit nights, I search for thee A ghostly figure, a love that used to be Footsteps fade, like autumn leaves Leaving me with tears, and heart that grieves But still I hold, on to the pain For in its depths, our love remains A bittersweet refrain, a memory's stain Forever etched, like scars that remain" Her voice trembled, cracking with emotion. Yet, the song seemed to take on a life of its own, filling the darkness with a longing that felt almost palpable.