Little girl

Little girl with the pretty face,
Why do you let them put you in your place?

You follow their lead like a dog in the park,
But every time you run to them, they break your bleeding heart.

In a land not far from here --
And not too long ago,

You were a thing of substance;
You held some control.

But now life has you beaten,
Head upon your knees.

Though you know no one listens,
You beg and cry and plead.

Don't let them hold you down;
Rise up to your knees.

You may not have the strength to run,
But there's always time to dream.

Silent

I don't want to talk about it
Silence is golden

Or maybe I'm just getting older

Life has taken it's toll on my soul
And happiness is always just out of my grasp

You see through me
But it's never enough

Those eyes can't see
What I really mean when I say nothing

You know me too well
But never enough

The knife is twisting in my chest

Who would have thought
You'd be the best thing to happen

You just don't understand
It will never be enough

But can I admit to love?

I never will

So here I sit

Silent



(Just to avoid any and all misunderstanding that might arise from this post: I did not write this poem recently. In fact, it is at least a couple of years old. It in no way reflects my current situation or relationship.)

Loneliness surrounds me;
My heart feels black despair.
I need you arms around my heart;
Show me that you're there

All I see is darkness;
I need a great release.
Hold me please, dear father;
I need to feel your peace.

On every side I feel
Despair as black as night.
Lord, please be my shelter;
I'm weary of this fight.

With your strong arms surrounding,
And your strength as my own,
Nothing here can move me --
I do not stand alone.

Though the wind buffets,
You stand always at my back.
Your hand covers mine;
I recline in your embrace.

The storm howls around;
The darkness hides your face.
Stumbling on this stony ground,
I fall and find myself engulfed in grace.

Why a Poetry Blog?

I have been thinking about starting a poetry blog for some time now. I spent years being self-conscious of my poetry and really trying not to share it with more than a select few people. I realized that I was mostly being selfish. I still don't consider myself much of a poet, but I hope that my poetry can be used to encourage those who are in need and to inspire other writers to share their work.

Why "Poems from a Broken Heart?" Simply because my heart has been broken. I don't necessarily mean in a romantic sense (although you may see some poetry on that topic), but in a spiritual sense. Most of my poetry comes from times in my life when God was breaking me and melting me, remolding me into His image. I'm sure some of you can relate to those times of brokenness.

Please, read and be encouraged. Most of the poetry you'll find here was written sometime in the last 2-3 years. I haven't put it into any kind of order, and there is no rhyme or reason to which poems are posted when.

Comments make my life a much richer experience, so please tell me what you think. Good, bad, or indifferent, I want to hear it all. Thanks in advance for sharing this with me.