Don’t swim just for the stronger right of
challenge to endive.
twig light mounting strength to see…
Come mountain top I wish to free…
Come lure of foe of thee to me.
place, my heart, oh ripped it be
Come sanctify me.
Though thought is all but hued,
wish for stars to grasp…
place, a time to be above…
place to scream unloved.
Truth scratches at my heart…
What shall the mindful say?
Solitude and embers sew a sorrowed pouring way.
Hope is mine to have to hold, for mine to keep
Promise deep within me, let me come to rest in
shout in vein to no avail, the storm will only
Though tears will flow, and break my flesh,
feet shall still run free.
hope that knows no slander,
Carry this tune of simple frail.
wish for your recovery…
love will soon avail.
Lovely dove, sweep over me…
torn am I this night.
lie, but sleep remembers not the lovelies of
need You like the essence of a flower needs her
Like the plundering rain from heaven needs a
silver ocean moon.
need You like the longings of my skin needs
Like the river never ending needs the ocean
tides to dust.
love You. Look to me. My fright may be a
I love You. I want You. Need You. Don’t let me
Agony breaths through paining heaves, the brain
through depths of words.
Loveless needs Thy love white Dove. Loveless
needs Thy love.
Frail, but sorrow too true, though true.
Broken Heart Poetry What this poem means to
Broken heart poetry
I wrestled often with depression in my early
20's and expressed what I could not make sense
of through my poetry. My heart
consistently longed to make sense of life and
purpose...reason for breath.
It's clear to me now every heart has its own
interpretation of life...what it is to look
like, feel like, taste like. To each is
their own journey, that is why it can be so
confusing at times. As many have said
quite truthfully...there is no road map to life.
Love, however, and hope are what I have found
make my life worth existing...