There's more to a man with a broken heart
than the few tears he will shed.
Sure, he’s lost his lover
and the passion is dead.
But, he’s left with a life to live and more to give.
A few broken promises, broken pledges, and an oath or two
cannot kill the hope within his heart.
The tears, his fears, the broken trust
the, “some days” that will never be.
What was broken in, now broken down.
His happy face is now a broken frown.
But, inside, at his core, his spirit thrives.
The essence of a man is still alive.
His soul will survive because it must.
In his mind, he finds a dream or two
a wish perhaps, or a purpose…maybe.
Something real that he can cling to
a long forgotten past, someone he may see
a long ago lover, that, perhaps, could set him free.
He shouts her name as though he’s made a discovery.
She turns and nudges him, to wake him from his dream.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2025 16:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Hopefully getting back to writing. Been sick a while, Covid and then the flu, feeling great now.
- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15
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Comments6
A beautiful poem dearest Phil, you won't be surprised to hear that I absolutely love your last lines. Sorry to hear you've had a rough time of late, sending you all the best my friend. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. It's great to be back. Looking forward to reading your stuff.
Superb.
Thanks TWC.
I enjoyed reading this and was not expecting the last line, nicely written
Thanks PL. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
I was going to say that the last line was poetic license, but hey, no.
It is and you are very welcome
Fine words Phil, I could have written this after the death of my wife but now life is good once more.
Andy
Thanks Andy. It's good to know there was some feeling for you in the poem. Keep smiling, enjoy life.
A poem of hope that spins gold out of straw. A lovely work
Thanks SB. A much -appreciated comment.
Yes sir, an absolutely beautiful poem to add to your poetic portfolio.. Sorry to learn of your recent double dose of poorlyness but you are clearly now on the mend .. Write on Phil .. Your pall this side of the Pond, Me 😎👍
There's a big difference between "Pall' and "Pal,", but, what the "L," I'll read it as pal. I'm glad to be back, It's been a few dark months. On this side of the pond, we've got a foot of snow outside, and a lunatic in the Whitehouse. God save us! It is such a concern it makes it harder to write. Thanks for dropping by. - Phil A.
Bless you I absolutely agree & thanks for pointing out my typo .. sorry for that Pal .. honest .. Neville
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