Best Torn Asunder Poems

The waves calm me down as I sit and wonder
For my love is lost in the stormy scurrilous sea
And I know my hapless heart to be torn asunder
As I wait for my true love to wash back to me
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The clouds move in to hide the...

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you note for all of your beautiful, uplifting gifts of poetry 
and comments. Your words can mean the difference 
between a dark day and a light day ~ thank you all

The walls were closing...

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A rose held before the dawn, overwhelmed by benevolent beauty,
its virginity violated by hostel hands,
only then will it reveal its blood-stained thorns,
where infatuated innocence is lost...

Days of sunny summer streams and apricot kisses
were surrounded by chastising clouds,
the night kneeled before us as we walked holding...

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Your Love Redeemed My Faith In Hope
 

Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by...

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I used to live life full of dreams 
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.

Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder 
Nowhere...

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When love is torn asunder and there is nothing left but dissent,
a lover's heart will be shattered, mortally wounded and rent.
In a relationship that was once held as sacred and eternal,
sorrow takes a heavy toll on the one left behind, and infernal
flames of grief scorch...

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Across the dance floor, your soft sashaying gown flew
with its bright waving gleams of silver dust and blue;
within that blessed gaze, lonesome heart jumped a beat
seeing those golden slippers on your dainty feet,
feeling love's welcomed arrows shot by Cupid's bow
knowing that most treasured gift would...

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The symbol of remembrance is the red poppy
When I look upon it, this is what I see,
I see courage, sacrifice and extreme bravery
See thousands enlisting to defend their country.

I see other nationalities, every colour and creed
Who came to help England in her hour of need
I...

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I woke last night and read my Poe
and asked is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream of a dream?
I know what I don’t know what I know.

In Bethlehem’s cradle, a Child lay still
love's eternal flame, born to fulfill.
Mary, enraptured gazed...

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It seems that politics today invades nearly every aspect of life,
And creates forlorn misery, pitiful stress and needless strife.
We can't enjoy sporting events 'cause its even permeated the sports domain,
All across this great nation from California to the rocky shores of Maine!
Over-paid athletes kneel when...

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life is a feather on the wind ~ fallen from a sparrow who's not sinned

borne and adrift upon the air ~ brushed away like a stray strand of hair

fragile wanderer in doldrum streams ~ illuminated by moonbeams

floating on currents o'er the sea ~ never asks,...

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if forlorn hope were torn asunder
and dear friend pen could only wonder

if tears and cheers would disappear
without a trace, I only fear

      that perfect phrase
           
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Her silhouette is draped in soft moonlight 

While an unseen sorrow cloaks her eyes 

With traces of a light lavender mist

Hidden under dark blueberry skies

She's oblivious to the lightning's dance

Deaf to the sound of distant thunder

As this cold blueberry sky bears witness

To another heart torn...

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In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn...

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The other day I sat beneath a sycamore tree on the court house lawn.
Old Glory fluttered in the breeze and to my eyes it was drawn.
It was tattered and frayed, I assumed, by the storms of many seasons,
But as I mused upon its state, could...

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