Spoken Poetry Broken Hearted Novels & Stories

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

I shouted from the depths of my being, at the same time my body shook with convulsions, the product of crying, I fell to the ground and felt my soul break into millions of pieces, and there I knew, I would never be the same, I was destined to be an empty body, moving by inertia, because I had already lost everything. The absence of the one we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope more than hopelessness. William Cowper.

she read out the lines. As she read the lines, he kept on nodding his head. Emotions spilled over his face like a cup of tea mistakenly spilled on office files. "God! You broke my heart with those lines, Sasha. Each time I hear them, each time I read them it's like I'm reading it for the first time. Your poems are superb, Sasha and I'd like to thank you on behalf of all your readers. Thank you for giving us poems in times when poetry was losing its meaning."

If broken pieces could be piled back into a perfect portrait, I would have bled to do that. If we could take back broken pieces of words to arrange the heart piercings, I would have done that. Every broken pieces of hurtful words flew out of her mouth. She didn’t have a care. Cody’s hands flared out as she continued speaking. Her eyes was without any form of hurt regarding what she was telling me. With each beat, she hurt me with her words by seconds.

Then he said something that broke my heart, shattered my world, broke me into pieces and left me in crumbles. “W.who ar.re you?”

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

🎵 I trusted you completely, gave my all, But now I'm standing here, watching my world fall, In the rearview mirror, your image plays its part, Why did you choose to break my heart? Why did you choose to break my heart? Tore our love apart, like a work of dark art, Promises shattered, like fragments torn apart, Why did you choose to break my heart? 🎵 The memories we shared, now twisted and unclear, A silent whisper, a secret held so near, Your laughter echoes, a bittersweet refrain, I'm left with this ache, this never-ending pain. 🎵 I gave you all my love, my soul exposed, But behind my back, a story that no one knows,

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th