Heartbreak Poems
The Trials of Tommy Tucker
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty,
Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty.
Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky and stunning,
That people paid to hear him croon; like honey throated bees, humming.
But, as it wasn't enough to pay his bills, Tommy retained his daytime job;
As lilies hold their place in lemony sun, in fields where beauty is mobbed.
Fortuitous fate frequently fetched friends, some blooming, fuchsia Fridays;
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Love
by Dre Kalford
Till today I don’t understand Love, I really don’t get it.
Like how does it work?
You meet someone and you just... ”Fall In Love” ?
Sounds like make believe
Oh the Relieve,
To fall and not care,
Moving, not knowing what’s there.
These days people give so little and get so much,
Well I’ve never felt such,
And I hope I’ll never.
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Music
by gabriella BlakeFor months I was unable to listen. Thankfully that has passed. It still feels different though I’m sure it always will. You are music, to me. It’s taking some time separate the two. I realize You are not music just as you are not love. Two extraordinary and unexplainable things. Something you could never be. Maybe I haven’t lost too much.
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by Snakes And ladders
I had a little crush
On a guy I thought was perfect
Never thought I’d make a first move
But then it just so happened
That I did
We met up when I saw him
We laughed we talked we got home
He kissed me softly
He held me in his arms
Next week he started texting
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Maybe
by Nehal Mistry
What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.
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The Trials of Tommy Tucker
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Tommy Tucker was a youth of slight build, seeming younger than twenty,
Which was Tommy's true age; like a lone, silver star, apart from the plenty.
Tommy was well known for his great singing voice, so silky and stunning,
That people paid to hear him croon; like honey throated bees, humming.
But, as it wasn't enough to pay his bills, Tommy retained his daytime job;
As lilies hold their place in lemony sun, in fields where beauty is mobbed.
Fortuitous fate frequently fetched friends, some blooming, fuchsia Fridays;
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Your Muse
by Carol Bullard
Fill me up with dirt
Because I'm a soiled princess
Waiting for you to throw me a bone
Your lust is barely disguised
With a thin veneer of romance
Just enough to pretend it's about me
We both know you are the star
The burning heart of the universe
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When You Wed Another
by Nad SZA
I mentioned this before, you would never love me more than I love you
You would never try to learn about me like I'm something you really want, like how I do
You won't read and gaze into my eyes, just like how I do in your deep brown eyes
But, one day, you will marry another, and would look into her eyes
You would read her every emotion just from her eyes
You would remember what are her favorite food and drinks
You would do anything for her, just like how I would for you
But, this is something that I would never get from you
The day you marry another, you would invite me to your wedding
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Narcotic Love
by David Hoover
It was sickening.
That moment she walked away.
I felt my whole body drop.
My stomach became heavy.
My lungs were stagnant.
My heart began to pace.
My vision blurred and I could hardly walk.
My ears felt as if I was underwater.
I had forgotten how to function without her.
An addict in withdrawal.
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Cricket Eulogy (as the Bullfrog Croaks)
by Goose and Nothing Else
Lay my bones in the strawberry field—
Between rows of dusty leaves and Evening’s sunwarm fruit—
That she might stumble on an ivory phalange,
And know me by its sorrow.
Hold it, dear, my hand in yours,
and rest
With I returned to you.
