75 Best Poems About Hurting In Love And The Pain

Love is the ultimate feeling. But, when your partner fails to meet your expectations, it could cause you pain, hurt, and anguish. So, you may find some resort in reading poems about hurting to switch back to your happy mood.

Although heartbreaks cause much agony, and when you go through one, your world goes upside down, you need to find ways of moving on and getting back to normalcy. Read this post as we share a distinct collection of poems on hurting that help you realize the harsh realities of love and acknowledge your feelings slowly but steadily.

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75 Poems About Love And Pain

Love is a bitter-sweet mixture of trust, loyalty, betrayal, and forlorn feelings. Read the poems about hurting and feel the poetic lines on unfaithful love

1. Nobody Knows

Nobody knows it’s empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there…

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won’t even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here…

Nobody knows it’s painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won’t kill me,
But I wonder if they are wrong…

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery…

Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don’t know I am crying
When I am all alone…

–Azumi Zaima

2. Hurt By You

Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you have to believe other people and not me?
Why didn’t we just talked about it?
Why did you have to walk out of my life,
Like I was nothing but another girl,
Like your other ex?
I was so good to you, and now you think of me like any other girl.
Why did you do this to me?
Why did you hurt me like you did to all your exes?
I though I meant the world to you.
Guess your are a liar and a jerk,
Just like all men.
Well, I am trying to forget you and everything we had, but it hurt like hell.

3. Tears Of A Broken Heart

I have given all my love to you, but what do I get in return?
A broken heart.
I have given you my heart, and you stomp on it like a doormat.
I have given you my youth and you took advantage of my un-experienced heart and played with my emotions.
I gave you all the trust, but you misused it.
I gave you the benefit of the doubt, and you proved everyone right.
I gave you my life and you killed me day by day.
I want to pull my aching heart and tear it piece by piece so I no longer love you.
I want to lose my memory so I no longer think of you.
I want to go so far so I no longer have to see you.
I want to cry, but I no longer have any more tears to fall down
my sad, lonely face.
I want to sleep, but my dreams haunt me with you in them.
I can’t seem to find a way out. What do I do?
I don’t want anyone to see this, not even you.
How do I get out of this?
How do I stop this misery? How do solve this mystery?
I can’t seem to find anyone to make me feel the way you do,
The way you look at me,
The way you say my name,
The sound of your voice when you tell me that you care.
I love you so much I think I’m going to die from this pain that haunts day and night.
How can I forget you? If the only love I know is you.
How can I move on? If life is not the same without you.
I want to break free and move on, but I think I’ll be doing something wrong.
I just have to close my eyes and let things fly and let the days pass me by.
–Bianca Santamaria

4. The Dead Reborn

There is nothing to live for in this world.
You tell me of love – I have seen it all.

Just like the water flowing in rivers
Comes and goes – love is that fever.
Love is that feeling which when reigns
Kills you silently, showing no signs,
Nothing to live for in this world.
You talk of love – I have seen it all.

I don’t know – why did I choose love?
There are thousands more ways to die in this world.
Nothing to live for in this world.
This is what my friend had told.

I had seen my friend after many days
Though I couldn’t recognize him – but his was a familiar face
We both were sitting in a beer bar
I drank two kegs so far
…Nothing to live for in this world
You talk of love – I have seen it all.

His heart – broken – which he could not bear
The world he was seeing – he had everything to fear
I was keeping quiet, listening carefully
Every bit of what he was saying

In my heart I was praying
Understanding the situation he was going through
Unfortunate. Very unfortunate, but unfortunately true

For once in life – I had been through the same
In his voice I could feel abyssal pain
Hearing it, as did mine – anyone’s eyes would rain.
He got up from his place and wiped my tears.
What a gentleman he was, I will remember for years.

We think the world is only that much as we have seen
We define life as through which we have been.
Look around the bar – there are so many happy people.
Love is to live for in this world,
And there are more things – let’s find them all.

He smiled. I smiled. We both smiled.
A lot of my time at this bar had spoiled.
I had to go now – the door was at bar’s other end
I got up and turned my back towards my friend
Before I would start, something caught my mind
I turned to look again at my good friend.

Across the table, he was still smiling, looking towards my side
I recognized my friend in the bar at last
Who was that friend – in case you may ask…?

He was no one but me myself – a piece of my life from my past
I was reborn that very moment, and so I could smile
Love is to live for in this world
And there is much more – let’s find them all.

— Sagar Yadav

5. Sorrow

Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
–Edna St. Vincent Millay, poetryfoundation.org

6. Is it enough?

When we converse, it’s just surface stuff;
We say some words, but is it enough?
We get along; we rarely fight,
But where is the spark, the joy, the delight?

We’re settled into the same routine;
Sometimes I’d like to flee this scene.
Everything’s easy; we don’t have it rough,
But sometimes I wonder: is it enough?

— Joanna Fuchs

7. Alone

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ‘round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
–Edgar Allan Poe, poetryfoundation.org

8. To The One I Love

And if eternity is the time
I must wait
Then I will wait all eternity
For as the earth crumbles away
My feelings are indestructible
And if you keep going on your way
I’m afraid to say
I may always be trapped in this game
For as long as the sun rises and the stars shine
My feelings for you will stay the same.

9. Flower-Gathering

I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty grey with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?
All for me? And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.
–Robert Frost

10. Nothing Left To Lose

I don’t know what to do
To get me back to you.
I’ve got nothing left to lose;
I’m in sadness, tears and blues.
All bridges have been crossed;
I guess our love is lost.

11. Sonnet V

Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Of cold sweet water bubbling underground,
A treacherous messenger, the thought of you
Comes to destroy me; once more I renew
Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found
Long since to be but just one other mound
Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew.
And once again, and wiser in no wise,
I chase your colored phantom on the air,
And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise
And stumble pitifully on to where,
Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes,
Once more I clasp,—and there is nothing there.
–Edna St. Vincent Millay

12. If I’d Never Met You

Poems about hurting and breaking up

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If I’d never met you,
I wouldn’t feel the pain
Of losing your sweet love;
I wouldn’t feel insane.

But if I’d never met you,
I wouldn’t know the pleasure
Of ecstasy’s warm gifts
And memories to treasure.

Now moving on with life,
I force a wistful grin,
Questioning what went wrong,
Wondering what might have been.

— Joanna Fuchs

13. My Heart and I

Eough! we’re tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
And wish that name were carved for us.
The moss reprints more tenderly
The hard types of the mason’s knife,
As heaven’s sweet life renews earth’s life
With which we’re tired, my heart and I.
You see we’re tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
We walked too straight for fortune’s end,
We loved too true to keep a friend ;
At last we’re tired, my heart and I.
How tired we feel, my heart and I!
We seem of no use in the world;
Our fancies hang grey and uncurled
About men’s eyes indifferently;
Our voice which thrilled you so, will let
You sleep; our tears are only wet:
What do we here, my heart and I?
So tired, so tired, my heart and I!
It was not thus in that old time
When Ralph sat with me ‘neath the lime
To watch the sunset from the sky.
Dear love, you’re looking tired,’ he said;
I, smiling at him, shook my head:
‘Tis now we’re tired, my heart and I.
So tired, so tired, my heart and I!
Though now none takes me on his arm
To fold me close and kiss me warm
Till each quick breath end in a sigh
Of happy languor. Now, alone,
We lean upon this graveyard stone,
Uncheered, unkissed, my heart and I.
Tired out we are, my heart and I.
Suppose the world brought diadems
To tempt us, crusted with loose gems
Of powers and pleasures ? Let it try.
We scarcely care to look at even
A pretty child, or God’s blue heaven,
We feel so tired, my heart and I.
Yet who complains ? My heart and I?
In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by
And if before the days grew rough
We once were loved, used, — well enough,
I think, we’ve fared, my heart and I.
–Elizabeth Barrett Browning

14. Farewell My Love

Is it really true our love is over now?
Can it be time for us to say goodbye?
Too soon, it’s much too soon, my love, for me;
You smile with ease, but I can only sigh.

We’ve shared our lives and given so much love;
I can’t believe we’re really going to part;
You’re moving toward a new life without me;
I’m left with scars upon my broken heart.

Go on now, if you must; I’ll get along;
How much it hurts, I don’t want you to know.
I’ll set you free without inducing guilt,
But as you leave, the silent tears will flow.

I can’t be mad; I love you way too much;
I’ll hide my sadness now, so you can’t tell.
Sweet happiness is what I wish for you;
Farewell my love, I hope that you fare well.

— Joanna Fuchs

15. A Cry

Oh, there are eyes that he can see,
And hands to make his hands rejoice,
But to my lover I must be
Only a voice.
Oh, there are breasts to bear his head,
And lips whereon his lips can lie,
But I must be till I am dead.
–Sara Teasdale

16. Is This What Love Is?

Is this all we have together?
Is this what love really is,
Yelling through a quarrel
And making up with a kiss?

Why can’t we get along?
Why do we have to fight?
We starve true love by day
And feed lust all through the night.

I wish we’d settle down;
I wonder where peace went.
Why do we pick at each other;
Why can’t we be content?

If this is what love is,
If tenderness has flown,
I’m thinking more and more,
It’s better to be alone.

— Joanna Fuchs

17. Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!
But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Would that it were day again! — with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;
This or that or what you will is all the same to me;
But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through, —
There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, —
And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow
There’s this little street and this little house.
–Edna St. Vincent Millay

18. If Raindrops Were Tears

If raindrops were tears
And it rained every day,
The rain couldn’t wash
My heartaches away.
You’re still my ideal;
My love never dies,
But it cuts to the bone—
What I see in your eyes.
You want me to stop;
You want to be friends,
But you’ll be my true love
Until breath and life ends.
— Joanna Fuchs

19. Sorrow. Song.

To me this world’s a dreary blank,
All hopes in life are gone and fled,
My high strung energies are sank,
And all my blissful hopes lie dead.–
The world once smiling to my view,
Showed scenes of endless bliss and joy;
The world I then but little knew,
Ah! little knew how pleasures cloy;
All then was jocund, all was gay,
No thought beyond the present hour,
I danced in pleasure’s fading ray,
Fading alas! as drooping flower.
Nor do the heedless in the throng,
One thought beyond the morrow give,
They court the feast, the dance, the song,
Nor think how short their time to live.
The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace,
What earthly comfort can console,
It drags a dull and lengthened pace,
‘Till friendly death its woes enroll.–
The sunken cheek, the humid eyes,
E’en better than the tongue can tell;
In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies,
Where memory’s rankling traces dwell.–
The rising tear, the stifled sigh,
A mind but ill at ease display,
Like blackening clouds in stormy sky,
Where fiercely vivid lightnings play.
Thus when souls’ energy is dead,
When sorrow dims each earthly view,
When every fairy hope is fled,
We bid ungrateful world adieu.
–Percy Bysshe Shelley

20. Now That You’re Gone

Now that you’re gone, I realize
How much you meant to me.
My loss is wide as a starless night sky,
And deep as a stormy sea.

I miss the comfort of your sweet love,
Your absolute devotion;
Now I’m a fountain of endless tears,
A pool of sad emotion.

They tell me I should move on with life,
That time will heal my pain;
I smile and nod and agree with them,
While I slowly go insane.

— Joanna Fuchs

21. If You Could Come

My love, my love, if you could come once more
From your high place,
I would not question you for heavenly lore,
But, silent, take the comfort of your face.
I would not ask you if those golden spheres
In love rejoice,
If only our stained star hath sin and tears,
But fill my famished hearing with your voice.
One touch of you were worth a thousand creeds.
My wound is numb
Through toil-pressed, but all night long it bleeds
In aching dreams, and still you cannot come.
–Katharine Lee Bates, poetrynook.com

22. Time to Say Goodbye

My heart is breaking in me;
It’s still you whom I adore;
My tears are overflowing:
You don’t love me anymore.

I sleepwalk through each day;
I pray to heaven above,
Hoping you’ll change your mind,
But I know I’ve lost your love.

I wish that things were different;
I wish it were the way it was,
But reality has no pity;
It just happens the way it does.

Will I ever feel any better,
With days when I don’t cry?
No matter what, it’s time to say
Goodbye, my love, goodbye.

— Joanna Fuchs

23. He Will Not Come

Take out the blossom in your hair abloom,
No more it seemeth beautiful, or bright,
And sickening is its subtly sweet perfume–
He will not come to-night.
Take off the necklace with its sparkling gem,
And rings that glow and glitter in the light,
And fling them in the case that waits for them–
He will not come to-night.
Take off the robe a little while ago
You chose, to make you fairer in his sight;
‘Tis ten o’clock. So late you can but know
He will not come to-night.
He will not come. God grant you strength and grace,
For never more upon your mortal sight
Shall dawn a glimpse of that beloved face
That did not come to-night.
He will not come. And through the shadowed years,
The perfume of that blossom that you wore
Shall stir the fount of salt and bitter tears–
For one who comes no more.
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox

24. You And Your Love

You assured me that you will love me forever,
You told me that your love is true,
Then why did you leave me alone,
I feel like I have been thrown,
From your life,
I still love you so much,
I still long for your touch,
Will keep loving you so!

25. Love Hate

Of all the emotions a person can feel,
Love is scariest and hardest to heal.
Excitement and mystery impossible to resist.
Promises of magic perpetually persist.
We long for a connection that is as strong as it is true,
But love always does as love wants to do,
So to the emotion of love, I just want to say,
I’m much better off without you; I’m glad you went away,
‘Cause I’d much rather live with a heart that can sing,
A smile that struggles to be more than a grin.
I might not be happy, but at least I’m not sad,
Holding onto happiness that I never had,
Love’s an impostor, a thief in the night,
Reduces flames to embers that no longer burn bright.
Love captains your emotions and steers your fate.
Love is the only emotion that I truly hate.
–David Charlton

26. The Pain In Love

Heartbreaks can burn you from inside

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The pain which I got to love you,
Has no resort in life,
The tears that I cried for you,
That feeling of being blue,
You did not have a clue,
That I so loved you,
But you went away without telling me,
Without you there is nothing left to see!

27. But Not To Me

The April night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree;
Peace comes to them on quiet feet,
But not to me.
My peace is hidden in his breast
Where I shall never be;
Love comes to-night to all the rest,
But not to me.
–Sara Teasdale

28. Still Remember The Days

Still remember the days spent with you,
Still remember the silent night,
When love was so pure
Everything was so bright
Oh why did you leave me and go,
Why did you hide,
Left me with emotions of blue,
Sadness everywhere,
Miss you with silent tears!

29. We Parted in Silence

We parted in silence, we parted by night,
On the banks of that lonely river;
Where the fragrant limes their boughs unite,
We met—and we parted forever!
The night-bird sung, and the stars above
Told many a touching story,
Of friends long passed to the kingdom of love,
Where the soul wears its mantle of glory.
We parted in silence,—our cheeks were wet
With the tears that were past controlling;
We vowed we would never, no, never forget,
And those vows at the time were consoling;
But those lips that echoed the sounds of mine
Are as cold as that lonely river;
And that eye, that beautiful spirit’s shrine,
Has shrouded its fires forever.
And now on the midnight sky I look,
And my heart grows full of weeping;
Each star is to me a sealèd book,
Some tale of that loved one keeping.
We parted in silence,—we parted in tears,
On the banks of that lonely river:
But the odor and bloom of those bygone years
Shall hang o’er its waters forever.
–Louisa Macartney Crawford

30. Emotional Turn

I gave my all and I gave my heart
Only to get apart
I don’t trust you anymore
I don’t trust your ways in life
Why did you cause this hurt
An emotional turn,
Love is for keeps and it is special
In every way
But, you gave Me tears
And took a different way
Its love lost for me
And that too for life!

31. Deep In The Night

Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
Over the world to you.
Love in my heart is a cry forever
Lost as the swallow’s flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
Stilled by the stars at night.
–Sara Teasdale

32. Broken Heart

Hearts are broken everyday
No matter what you may say
It hurts so bad
It makes you feel so sad
You cry and cry
Over each one of his lies
You thought it was true
If you only knew he was playing you all along
You wonder what you did wrong
It may be nothing you did
It’s just he still acts like a little kid
He has no heart
But he tears you apart
You love him so much
That you can still feel his touch
You wish he was still here
To pull you close to pull you near
But soon you’ll get over the hurt
And soon prepare to flirt
But you know it won’t be right
Not having him here at night
You dream of him as you lay in bed
And think of things you wish you said
You think you can forgive but never forget
But never live your life with regrets.

33. A Lonely Moment

I sit alone in the gray,
The snow falls thick and fast,
And never a sound have I heard all day
But the wailing of the blast,
And the hiss and click of the snow, whirling to and fro.
There seems no living thing
Left in the world but I;
My thoughts fly forth on restless wing,
And drift back wearily,
Storm-beaten, buffeted, hopeless, and almost dead.
No one there is to care;
Not one to even know
Of the lonely day and the dull despair
As the hours ebb and flow,
Slow lingering, as fain to lengthen out my pain.
And I think of the monks of old,
Each in his separate cell,
Hearing no sound, except when tolled
The stated convent bell.
How could they live and bear that silence everywhere?
And I think of tumbling seas,
‘Neath cruel, lonely skies;
And shipwrecked sailors over these
Stretching their hungry eyes,–
Eyes dimmed with wasting tears for weary years on years,–
Pacing the hopeless sand,
Wistful and wan and pale,
Each foam-flash like a beckoning hand,
Each wave a glancing sail,
And so for days and days, and still the sail delays.
I hide my eyes in vain,
In vain I try to smile;
That urging vision comes again,
The sailor on his isle,
With none to hear his cry, to help him live–or die!
And with the pang a thought
Breaks o’er me like the sun,
Of the great listening Love which caught
Those accents every one,
Nor lost one faintest word, but always, always heard.
The monk his vigil pale
Could lighten with a smile,
The sailor’s courage need not fail
Upon his lonely isle;
For there, as here, by sea or land, the pitying Lord stood
close at hand.
O coward heart of mine!
When storms shall beat again,
Hold firmly to this thought divine,
As anchorage in pain:
That, lonely though thou seemest to be, the Lord is near,
remembering thee.
–Susan Coolidge (Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)

34. Love Is Not Like Before

To all the girls outside
Don’t give the guy too much
Just give him your sweet touch
Don’t believe everything he says
Guys sometimes want to play
And when you’re down, look into the sky
Be strong to say the word good bye
Love is not like before
Money is all what they’re looking for
A lot of girls are blind
They don’t know which guy is kind
And when they feel the pain
They just don’t want to love again
Many years with the same guys, the two together
And when the guy change, he comes with another
That’s when she gets hurt by her lover
We all know, when a guy change
You’ll just have memories of your past
That didn’t even last
So don’t cry girl, you’ll find a better man
The one you’ll live with him on a beautiful land
A good guy now, it’s hard to find.

35. Song Of The Night At Daybreak

All my stars forsake me,
And the dawn-winds shake me.
Where shall I betake me?
Whither shall I run
Till the set of sun,
Till the day be done?
To the mountain-mine,
To the boughs o’ the pine,
To the blind man’s eyne,
To a brow that is
Bowed upon the knees,
Sick with memories.
–Alice Meynell, allpoetry.com

36. Love Hurts

I can’t believe you left just like that
Leaving me with wondering if you’re ever coming back
You could have told me what went wrong
I could have sworn that our love was strong
I didn’t know that everything you said was just a lie
You left me here to do nothing but cry
You were the one that holds the key
To the heart that is within side for me
Why has your love died for me?
We used to be as happy as we could be
We were best friends for so many years
When I look back on the memories all I do now is shed tears
I’m lying here listening to our song
Thinking of how and why I liked you for so long
We grew up together, you and me
We’re family, but now you don’t even say hi
I’ll wait for a day for us to always be together
Wait for the day to prove to the world our love was forever
Where ever I go there’s nowhere to hide
From the memories of you I try to keep inside
You were my first love and boy it’s true
I will never ever get over you

37. Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the under world;
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge,—
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love and wild with all regret,—
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
–Alfred, Lord Tennyson

38. Last Goodbye

As we say goodbye, I know I lost you forever
And as we hang up the phone, that’s the last time
We talked about if we left, that we’d always be good friends
But as we said good-bye, that seems to be the end
Do I have to move on and leave you behind?
Since we got broken apart, and our love was denied?
I know I won’t find another that will compare to what we had
It all seemed way too good, yet in the end it turned out bad
You have no clue what you’re done to my heart
You made it go crazy then you tore it apart
Why do I still pretend I’m fine when it is obvious I’m not?
Why did I ever think you cared, tell me because I forgot
The pain doesn’t seem to erase, it actually feels a lot worse
Why do I seem to always fall, it’s like I’m under a curse
I prayed to God that you would change your way
Still nothing, not even a call for my birthday
Finally I give up and try to go in another direction
But the other guys didn’t give the same affection
What’s the phrase that people say?
“ If you were meant to be,
You’d find a way back to each other”
I wonder if that will be you and me
Because I’m afraid I can’t love another

39. Sonnet

I touched the heart that loved me as a player
Touches a lyre; content with my poor skill
No touch save mine knew my beloved (and still
I thought at times: Is there no sweet lost air
Old loves could wake in him, I cannot share?).
Oh, he alone, alone could so fulfil
My thoughts in sound to the measure of my will.
He is gone, and silence takes me unaware.
The songs I knew not he resumes, set free
From my constraining love, alas for me!
His part in our tune goes with him; my part
Is locked in me for ever; I stand as mute
As one with full strong music in his heart
Whose fingers stray upon a shattered lute.
–Alice Meynell

40. Love Again

I just want to be over you, so why do my tears still fall?
You have hurt me the most, so why is it your name I call?
I trusted you with all that I had
Now my heart is broken and I’m so sad
You made no promises, now I know why
You chose this way so you could live your lie
You think I was dumb, you think I didn’t know
How you pretended and mislead me so
You know, you acted like a fool
But I loved you, you knew
The words were so true
Young and naive I stood by you
Fighting for you till the very end
Forsaking every single one of my friends
You flirted with others and I just couldn’t see
It was really them you wanted, not me
You can’t see that I’m hurting like you’re blind to notice my pain
The fact is that I will never love again.

41. In Autumn

The leaves are many under my feet,
And drift one way.
Their scent of death is weary and sweet.
A flight of them is in the grey
Where sky and forest meet.
The low winds moan for dead sweet years;
The birds sing all for pain,
Of a common thing, to weary ears,-
Only a summer’s fate of rain,
And a woman’s fate of tears.
I walk to love and life alone
Over these mournful places,
Across the summer overthrown,
The dead joys of these silent faces,
To claim my own.
I know his heart has beat to bright
Sweet loves gone by.
I know the leaves that die to-night
Once budded to the sky,
And I shall die from his delight.
O leaves, so quietly ending now,
You have heard cuckoos sing.
And I will grow upon my bough
If only for a Spring,
And fall when the rain is on my brow.
O tell me, tell me ere you die,
Is it worth the pain?
You bloomed so fair, you waved so high;
Now that the sad days wane,
Are you repenting where you lie?
I lie amongst you, and I kiss
Your fragrance mouldering.
O dead delights, is it such bliss,
That tuneful Spring?
Is love so sweet, that comes to this?
O dying blisses of the year,
I hear the young lambs bleat,
The clamouring birds i’ the copse I hear,
I hear the waving wheat,
Together laid on a dead-leaf bier.
Kiss me again as I kiss you;
Kiss me again;
For all your tuneful nights of dew,
In this your time of rain,
For all your kisses when Spring was new.
You will not, broken hearts; let be.
I pass across your death
To a golden summer you shall not see,
And in your dying breath
There is no benison for me.
There is an autumn yet to wane,
There are leaves yet to fall,
Which, when I kiss, may kiss again,
And, pitied, pity me all for all,
And love me in mist and rain.
–Alice Meynell

42. Confused

Hurt and confusion in love can lead to mixed feelings

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Sometimes I regret but I’ll try to forget
All the pain you put me through so I need to get over you
You pulled on the strings of my heart
I fell in love with you from the start
See I tell myself I hate you, I pretend I’ve moved on
But then I see you, those thoughts are all gone
Do I still love you? The answer I do not know
As much as I want to, I just can’t let you go
Do I live without you and try to find someone new?
There are consequences to both choices, and I don’t know what to do
Either way, I know I’ll end up getting hurt
But I’m tired of you, treating me as bad as dirt
I hate to face the fact that I’ll always love you
No matter how hard I try, there’s nothing I can do
Sometimes you’re bad. Sometimes you’re good
But you see at the end, I did the best I could
I’ve cried so many tears as it would appear
Now that we are a bit apart, I have this pain in my heart
How can you still love someone when you’re never there
When you look me in the eyes and keep saying I care
Now that I’m still in love with you
I’m confused and lost don’t know what to do.

43. Yesterday and To-morrow

Yesterday I held your hand,
Reverently I pressed it,
And its gentle yieldingness
From my soul I blessed it.
But to-day I sit alone,
Sad and sore repining;
Must our gold forever know
Flames for the refining?
Yesterday I walked with you,
Could a day be sweeter?
Life was all a lyric song
Set to tricksy meter.
Ah, to-day is like a dirge,—
Place my arms around you,
Let me feel the same dear joy
As when first I found you.
Let me once retrace my steps,
From these roads unpleasant,
Let my heart and mind and soul
All ignore the present.
Yesterday the iron seared
And to-day means sorrow.
Pause, my soul, arise, arise,
Look where gleams the morrow.
–Paul Laurence Dunbar, poets.org

44. Forever We Said

Forever we said we could be together, us two
How did I fall in love with you?
We did everything together
We spent every day with each other
You promised me that you’ll stay
Close to me each and every day
Why did you leave me alone?
Why was it hard for you to call me on my phone?
All you had to do was to be there
And show to me that you care
You promised to be always with me till the end
You talk about being a lover and you failed to be a friend
Do you remember when we were in love we’d talk every day?
And when someone else would say hi to the other, we’d get jealous in everyway
So many times I’ve tried to forgive you with my heart
But it was too hard because I knew once again we’d part.

45. Places Among The Stars

Places among the stars,
Soft gardens near the sun,
Keep your distant beauty;
Shed no beams upon my weak heart.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Not your golden days
Nor your silver nights
Can call me to you.
Since she is here
In a place of blackness,
Here I stay and wait.
–Stephen Crane

46. Still Waiting

You loved me just a little
You never loved me long;
But you gave my soul serenity
And gave my heart a song.
You loved me for a moment I found it in your eyes;
But your mouth I could not capture
By temptation or surprise.
Sweet lips that I remember
With a poignant surge of pain
As one remembers fragrance
Of the softly falling rain.
Within this world of wonder
Without warning I feel sad;
The dream I hold still haunts me
For the kiss I never had.
—Elizabeth Wesley

47. Come, Let Us Kiss and Part

Since there ’s no helpe,—come, let us kisse and parte,
Nay, I have done,—you get no more of me;
And I am glad,—yea, glad with all my hearte,
That thus so cleanly I myselfe can free.
Shake hands forever!—cancel all our vows;
And when we meet at any time againe,
Be it not seene in either of our brows,
That we one jot of former love retaine.
Now—at the last gaspe of Love’s latest breath—
When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies;
When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
And Innocence is closing up his eyes,
Now! if thou wouldst—when all have given him over—
From death to life thou mightst him yet recover.
–Michael Drayton

48. I Cry

Sometimes when I’m alone
I cry because I’m on my own
The tears I cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
And I find it difficult to carry on
Have you ever loved someone so much but they never understood?
When you were trying so hard to be good?
I have tried so hard to make things work between us
But some things are just a must
You mean more than the world to me
And now with someone else you will probably be
Days I’ll pick up the phone and give you a call
Days I’m so sad I don’t want to talk to you at all
Can’t feel you anymore, where has love gone?
I am torn once more, thought you were the one.

49. The Aziola

‘Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Methinks she must be nigh,’
Said Mary, as we sate
In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought;
And I, who thought
This Aziola was some tedious woman,
Asked, ‘Who is Aziola?’ How elate
I felt to know that it was nothing human,
No mockery of myself to fear or hate:
And Mary saw my soul,
And laughed, and said, ‘Disquiet yourself not;
‘Tis nothing but a little downy owl.’
Sad Aziola! many an eventide
Thy music I had heard
By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side,
And fields and marshes wide, –
Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird,
The soul ever stirred;
Unlike and far sweeter than them all.
Sad Aziola! from that moment I
Loved thee and thy sad cry.
–Percy Bysshe Shelley

50. Gone Away Forever

I was so blind to think you were true
Did stupid things, tried to believe in you
You left me for another
I promised that we’d always be together
I’m trying so hard to get on with my life and move on
But still so hard to believe that you are really gone
I want you back, it’s driving me insane
How could you cause me so much pain?
I’m stuck at home trying to get you off my mind
But your voice, face, and picture is all I seem to find
I don’t know what happened, or where I went wrong
Why do I feel like this? We were together for so long
I can’t let go, I get stuck in the past
I should have known we could never last
I wish there was more hours in a day
So in your presence longer I can stay
You still want me to be your friend
How can you, when everything came to an end

51. Thinkin’ Long

Oh thinkin’ long ’s the weary work!
It breaks my heart from dawn
Till all the wee, wee, friendly stars
Come out at dayli’gone.
An’ thinkin’ long ’s the weary work,
When I must spin and spin,
To drive the fearsome fancies out,
An’ hold the hopeful in!
Ah, sure my lad is far away!
My lad who left our glen
When from the soul of Ireland came
A call for fightin’ men;
I miss his gray eyes glancin’ bright,
I miss his liltin’ song,
And that is why, the lonesome day,
I ’m always thinkin’ long.
May God’s kind angels guard him
When the fray is fierce and grim,
And blunt the point of every sword
That turns its hate on him,
Where round the torn yet dear green flag
The brave and lovin’ throng—
But the lasses of Glenwherry smile
At me for thinkin’ long.
–Anna Johnston MacManus

52. If I’d Never Met You

If I’d never met you,
I wouldn’t feel the pain
Of losing your sweet love;
I wouldn’t feel insane.
But if I’d never met you,
I wouldn’t know the pleasure
Of ecstasy’s warm gifts
And memories to treasure.
Now moving on with life,
I force a wistful grin,
Questioning what went wrong,
Wondering what might have been.
— Joana Fuchs

53. A Love Song

Ah, love, my love is like a cry in the night,
A long, loud cry to the empty sky,
The cry of a man alone in the desert,
With hands uplifted, with parching lips,
Oh, rescue me, rescue me,
Thy form to mine arms,
The dew of thy lips to my mouth,
Dost thou hear me?–my call thro’ the night?
Darling, I hear thee and answer,
Thy fountain am I,
All of the love of my soul will I bring to thee,
All of the pains of my being shall wring to thee,
Deep and forever the song of my loving shall sing to thee,
Ever and ever thro’ day and thro’ night shall I cling to thee.
Hearest thou the answer?
Darling, I come, I come.
–Paul Laurence Dunbar

54. The Dark Side of Love

Is there no other way, Oh God,
Except through sorrow, pain and loss,
To stamp Christ’s likeness on my soul,
No other way except the cross?
And then a voice stills all my soul,
As stilled the waves of Galilee.
Can’t thou not bear the furnace,
If midst the flames I walk with thee?
I bore the cross, I know its weight;
I drank the cup I hold for thee.
Can’t thou not follow where I lead?
I’ll give thee strength, lean hard on me!

55. Never Give All the Heart

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.
–William Butler Yeats

56. Love Ruined Me

The way you gifted me your heart
It was like a piece of fine art
To give me a fresh start
Your love for me is always a gain
I never felt the nudge of pain
It made me feel cheer in rain
Your love always stood by my side
Your presence was an utter pride
Cushioning my life stay away from the tide
Your love was a blessing in disguise
Granting me a new reason to feel the surprise
Making each moment special as prize
Sooner time and fate changed its route
Everything on my side turned mute
When I was informed about your astute
You entered my life playing dirty mind games
To earn all your lost aims
In order to earn all the name and fame
Gifting me the indelible stains
Throughout my veins
Taking away my reign
Old scars crave to hide
New rules of romance set out to abide
But, without you by my side.
— Mitali

57. The Past

1. Wilt thou forget the happy hours
Which we buried in Love’s sweet bowers,
Heaping over their corpses cold
Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould?
Blossoms which were the joys that fell,
And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.
2. Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet
There are ghosts that may take revenge for it,
Memories that make the heart a tomb,
Regrets which glide through the spirit’s gloom,
And with ghastly whispers tell
That joy, once lost, is pain.
–Percy Bysshe Shelley

58. As Much As I Love You

I never knew that I could love anyone
As much as I love you
I never knew I had it in me to give myself away like this
I never thought I’d find someone
Who could take my breath away someone who could love me for who l
And look past my mistakes
I never thought I’d find someone who would stand by my side
Through all my ups and downs
Someone who would give me the benefit of the doubt
Even when I was wrong
I never knew that I could love anyone
As much as I love you I never believed I’d find someone
Who could love me,
As much as you do.

59. If

If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme,–
A barren, barren world were this
Without one saving gleam;
I ‘d only ask that with a kiss
You ‘d wake me from the dream.
If dreaming were the sum of days,
And loving were the bane;
If battling for a wreath of bays
Could soothe a heart in pain,–
I ‘d scorn the meed of battle’s might,
All other aims above
I ‘d choose the human’s higher right,
To suffer and to love!
–Paul Laurence Dunbar

60. Shattered Trust

Faith and patience can help overcome the hurt

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Here it comes again
The pain of betrayal
Just the price I have to pay
For being way too loyal
It hits me hard again
The pain of abandonment
Just a follow up
One being naive and ignorant
There it is again
The pain of losing faith
Locking away my feelings
Fighting against the hate
I fall down again
The pain of shattered trust
Is there no friend who’s true?
My spirit is being crushed
Can’t do this again
To many broken promises
Maybe I’ll just give up on friendship
My soul can’t handle anymore bruises…

61. Bad Dreams

Last night I saw you in my sleep:
And how your charm of face was changed!
I asked, “Some love, some faith you keep?”
You answered, “Faith gone, love estranged.”
Whereat I woke, a twofold bliss:
Waking was one, but next there came
This other: “Though I felt, for this,
My heart break, I loved on the same.”
–Robert Browning

62. Life In A Love

Escape me?
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world contains us both,
Me the loving and you the loth while the one eludes, must the other pursue.
My life is a fault at last, I fear:
It seems too much like a fate, indeed!
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
But what if I fail of my purpose here?
It is but to keep the nerves at strain,
To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,
And, baffled, get up and begin again,
So the chase takes up one’s life ‘that’s all.
While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark,
No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark,
I shape me—
—Robert Browning

63. The Sadness Of The Moon

The Moon more indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
–Charles Baudelaire

64. Love Hurts

Is when you shed a tear and still want him,
It’s when he ignores you and you still love him,
It’s when he loves another girl but
You still smile and,
Say I’m happy for you,
When all you really do is cry.
— Kay Knudsen

65. His Last Letter

Well, you are free;
The longed-for, lied-for, waited-for decree
Is yours to-day.
I made no protest–and you had your say,
And left me with no vestige of repute.
“Neglect, abuse, and cruelty” you charge,
With broken marriage-vows. The list was large,
But not to be denied. So I was mute.
Now you shall listen to a few plain facts
Before you go out wholly from my life
As some man’s wife.
Read carefully this statement of your acts
Which changed the luster of my honeymoon
To somber gloom,
And wrenched the cover from Pandora’s box.
In those first talks
‘Twixt bride and groom, I showed you my whole heart,
Showed you how deep my love was and how true;
With all a strong man’s feeling I loved you.
(God, how I loved you, my own chosen mate!)
But I learned this
(So poorly did you play your little part):
You married marriage–to avoid the fate
Of having “Miss”
Carved on your tombstone. Love you did not know;
But you were greedy for the showy things
That money brings.
Such weak affection as you could bestow
Was given the provider, not the lover.
The knowledge hurt. Keen pain like that is dumb
And masks itself in smiles, lest men discover.
But I was lonely, and the feeling grew,
The more I studied you.
Into your shallow heart love could not come;
But yet you loved my love, because it gave
The prowess of a mistress o’er a slave.
You showed your power
In petty tyranny, hour after hour,
Day after day, year after lengthening year.
My tasks, my pleasures, my pursuits were not
Held near or dear,
Or made to seem important in your thought.
My friends were not your friends; you goaded me
By foolish and ignoble jealousy.
Till, through suggestion’s laws,
I gave you cause.
The beauteous ideal love had hung
In my soul’s shrine,
And worshiped as a something all divine,
With wanton hand you flung
Into the dust. And then you wondered why
My love should die.
My sins and derelictions cry aloud
To all the world. My head is bowed
Under its merited reproaches. Yours
Is lifted to receive
The sympathy the court’s decree insures.
The world loves to believe
In Man’s depravity and Woman’s worth;
But I am one of many men on earth
Whose loud, resounding fall
Is like the crashing of some well-built wall,
Which those who seek can trace
To the slow work of insects at its base.
Be not afraid;
The alimony will be promptly paid.
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox

66. I Remember

I remember clearly
The day that we met
The words that were spoken
The emotions left unsaid
I remember clearly
The excitement that was felt
The way you made me smile
The way my heart would melt
I remember clearly
The wonder, the anticipation
The way I was alive
With joy and pure elation
I remember clearly
All the ways you made me feel
As if it were yesterday
Cause after all this time
I feel that way still.

67. The House of Life: 97. A Superscription

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;
Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell
Cast up thy Life’s foam-fretted feet between;
Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen
Which had Life’s form and Love’s, but by my spell
Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,
Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen.
Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart
One moment through my soul the soft surprise
Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,—
Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart
Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart
Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.
–Dante Gabriel Rossetti, poetryfoundation.org

68. You Hurt…I Weep

I weep because…
You bathe me with insults
You smear me with whispers y
You tar, feather me with gossip
You trip me with snide remarks
I weep because… I’m naked, the world sees
My dignity stripped,
You’re naked, God sees Your soul revealed
For you unfaithful.

69. Farewell

Farewell, sweetheart, and again farewell;
To day we part, and who can tell
If we shall e’er again
Meet, and with clasped hands
Renew our vows of love, and forget
The sad, dull pain.
Dear heart, ’tis bitter thus to lose thee
And think mayhap, you will forget me;
And yet, I thrill
As I remember long and happy days
Fraught with sweet love and pleasant memories
That linger still
You go to loved ones who will smile
And clasp you in their arms, and all the while
I stay and moan
For you, my love, my heart and strive
To gather up life’s dull, gray thread
And walk alone.
Aye, with you love the red and gold
Goes from my life, and leaves it cold
And dull and bare,
Why should I strive to live and learn
And smile and jest, and daily try
You from my heart to tare?
Nay, sweetheart, rather would I lie
Me down, and sleep for aye; or fly
To regions far
Where cruel Fate is not and lovers live
Nor feel the grim, cold hand of Destiny
Their way to bar.
I murmur not, dear love, I only say
Again farewell. God bless the day
On which we met,
And bless you too, my love, and be with you
In sorrow or in happiness, nor let you
E’er me forget.
–Alice Dunbar-Nelson

70. Key Lock To My Broken Heart

Poems about hurting and broken hearts

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My heart is locked with so much pain
black tear drops
fall from my face
every tear drop
leaves a puddle
with a memory
that’s hiding from space
stocked away
behind my soul
shattered to piece
with nowhere to go
Locked away
to never get out
to see the good side
of my broken heart.

71. Through Time and Bitter Distance

Unknown to you, I walk the cheerless shore.
The cutting blast, the hurl of biting brine,
May freeze, and still, and bind the waves at war,
Ere you will ever know, O! Heart of mine,
That I have sought, reflected in the blue
Of these sea depths, some shadow of your eyes;
Have hoped the laughing waves would sing of you,
But this is all my starving sight descries—
Far out at sea a sail
Bends to the freshening breeze,
Yields to the rising gale,
That sweeps the seas;
Yields, as a bird wind-tossed,
To saltish waves that fling
Their spray, whose rime and frost
Like crystals cling
To canvas, mast and spar,
Till, gleaming like a gem,
She sinks beyond the far
Horizon’s hem.
Lost to my longing sight,
And nothing left to me
Save an oncoming night,—
An empty sea.
–Emily Pauline Johnson

72. Forever In Time And Life

Love is forever in time,
When you were all mine,
We could not stand the test of love,
Reasons I could not find,
I loved you with all my might,
But then everything went off sight
Why this happened with me,
Why this I had to see
Love and pain is for company,
Not sure would be able to love again,
Not sure will be able to trust!

73. A Song

Is anyone sad in the world, I wonder?
Does anyone weep on a day like this
With the sun above, and the green earth under?
Why, what is life but a dream of bliss?
With the sun, and the skies, and the birds above me,
Birds that sing as they wheel and fly—
With the winds to follow and say they love me—
Who could be lonely? O no, not I!
Somebody said, in the street this morning,
As I opened my window to let in the light,
That the darkest day of the world was dawning;
But I looked, and the East was a gorgeous sight.
One who claims that he knows about it
Tells me the Earth is a vale of sin;
But I and the bees and the birds—we doubt it,
And think it a world worth living in.
Some one says that hearts are fickle,
That love is sorrow, that life is care,
And the reaper Death, with his shining sickle,
Gathers whatever is bright and fair.
I told the thrush, and we laughed together,
Laughed till the woods were all a-ring;
And he said to me, as he plumed each feather,
“Well, people must croak, if they cannot sing.”
Up he flew, but his song, remaining,
Rang like a bell in my heart all day,
And silenced the voices of weak complaining,
That pipe like insects along the way.
O world of light, and O world of beauty!
Where are there pleasures so sweet as thine?
Yes, life is love, and love is duty;
And what heart sorrows? O no, not mine!
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox

74. Hearts At Odds

Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Should help relax, instead I wail,
They will soon melt in time’s hot hands,
Loneliness is felt midst life’s strands;
Hearts made of glass shatter and fail
When griefs harass, they don’t prevail,
What use are these hearts so feeble,
Poor pleas of perishing people?
Hearts made of stone are cold and fake,
Even love will own – “Hard to break”,
Will they be healed? How can I trust?
Feelings concealed, what if they bust?
Hearts made of flesh and blood, I seek,
They won’t crush my sentiments meek,
Understanding hearts of love – Now,
fear departs, before them I bow.
— Jo Daniel

75. I Hear an Army

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?
–James Joyce

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