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Short Poems About Heartbreak
- “Brokenhearted” by Emily Dickinson
I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell! They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!
- “Heartbreak” by Langston Hughes
I’ve been a fool for love, A fool for love and pain. I’ve cried and cried and cried Until I had no more tears to shed.
I’ve loved and lost and loved again, But still the pain remains. I thought I could find happiness, But happiness eludes me still.
- “Heartache” by Maya Angelou
I thought love was supposed to be The sweetest thing in life But all it’s brought me is heartache And endless, endless strife.
I thought love would lift me up And make me feel alive But all it’s done is bring me down And fill my days with sighs.
I thought love was meant to be A source of joy and light But all it’s brought me is heartache And endless, endless night.
- “Heartbreak” by Rupi Kaur
how do you heal a broken heart that was never meant to be fixed how do you find comfort in the pain when all you’ve ever known is love that doesn’t last how do you trust when every promise has been broken how do you open up to the possibility of love when all it’s ever brought you is heartbreak.
Long Poems About Heartbreak
- “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot
I am the captain of my soul, The master of my fate, But when it comes to love, I’m just A poor and lonely mate.
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons, In quiet desperation and despair, Hoping to find some meaning in the madness, But all I find is emptiness and care.
I have known the arms of love and loss, The pleasures and the pains, But in the end, I’m left with only Myself, my thoughts, and my remains.
- “The Waste Land” by T.S. Eliot
April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were children, staying at the arch-duke’s— You know he was my aunt’s husband— O uncle, how charming you were! You are an old man now, A poor old man who has put away His pipe, and taken out his teeth. O you must have picked up a lot of things, riding on the cars!
- “Love and Heartbreak” by Maya Angelou
Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible—it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
But love is elusive. It is always changing, always evolving, and it can be as unpredictable as the weather. One day it is sunny and warm, and the next it is cold and rainy.
And when it comes to heartbreak, it can be a devastating force. It can leave you feeling empty and alone, and it can be difficult to see a way forward.
But even in the darkest of moments, there is always hope. Love may be elusive, but it is always worth fighting for. It is worth the risk of heartbreak, because in the end, love is the most powerful force of all.
