asked “are these yours?”, and she looked and said, Strong bond Poem About Letting Go Of Someone You Love, Poems That Bring Awareness To Alzheimer's Disease. Anger wrapped up in deceit, Between us When he leaps from the water to the land. ashamed of my sentimentality and Reply. Reply, I can so relate to this... great poem and written greatly. The hurt and torture deep inside, Are they always there for you? And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring; Most beautiful betrayal poems ever written. From a personal standpoint as an older person (51), the words, "I was wrong," come into play more than I would like. ? but liked the way it rang like a rusty bell.) ? And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold, what the he? Betrayal is a painful emotion that can rip apart our self-confidence, ability to trust, and leave us feeling empty. after a home-cooked meal? I hope that among this selection, you find something. I thought wrong. This was really nice. and grated Her poor soul looks not once at her cold body, And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head, Promises are not made just in the air And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, People who know Bukowski’s work do not generally think of him as a poet who writes poems about love, but his book’s title Love is a Dog from Hell suggests otherwise. As may never be fought again! III I knew it was a line, but I still gave both of you my heart. Diminishing all hope; .....and the last line says it all 45. We die—does it matter when? CXXIXThe expense of spirit in a waste of shameIs lust in action: and till action, lustIs perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;Past reason hunted; and no sooner had,Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,On purpose laid to make the taker mad.Mad in pursuit and in possession so;Had, having, and in quest to have extreme;A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;Before, a joy proposed; behind a dream.All this the world well knows; yet none knows wellTo shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.CXXXMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red, than her lips red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damasked, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound:I grant I never saw a goddess go,My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,As any she belied with false compare.CXXXIThou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;For well thou know'st to my dear doting heartThou art the fairest and most precious jewel.Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold,Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;To say they err I dare not be so bold,Although I swear it to myself alone.And to be sure that is not false I swear,A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face,One on another's neck, do witness bearThy black is fairest in my judgment's place.In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.CXXXIIThine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,Have put on black and loving mourners be,Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.And truly not the morning sun of heavenBetter becomes the grey cheeks of the east,Nor that full star that ushers in the even,Doth half that glory to the sober west,As those two mourning eyes become thy face:O! Jericho Brown’s work are not all heartbreak poems, but all three of his collections have heartbreak in them—and although, yes, sometimes the heartbreak is romantic, “Prayer of the Backhanded” from his collection Please talks about the relationship between father and son. Or approximates to a note that never comes: Thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft One must asses and never try to go wrong ? There was a... Like a gentle wave, you swayed against my ship. He falls to now stained ground. But when someone betrays me I always get revenge...using martial arts! “I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I am perjured most;For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee,And all my honest faith in thee is lost:For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness,Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy;And, to enlighten thee, gave eyes to blindness,Or made them swear against the thing they see;For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye,To swear against the truth so foul a lie!CLIIICupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:A maid of Dian's this advantage found,And his love-kindling fire did quickly steepIn a cold valley-fountain of that ground;Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,A dateless lively heat, still to endure,And grew a seething bath, which yet men proveAgainst strange maladies a sovereign cure.But at my mistress' eye Love's brand new-fired,The boy for trial needs would touch my breast;I, sick withal, the help of bath desired,And thither hied, a sad distempered guest,But found no cure, the bath for my help liesWhere Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.CLIVThe little Love-god lying once asleep,Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepCame tripping by; but in her maiden handThe fairest votary took up that fireWhich many legions of true hearts had warmed;And so the General of hot desireWas, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed.This brand she quenched in a cool well by,Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,Growing a bath and healthful remedy,For men diseased; but I, my mistress' thrall,Came there for cure and this by that I prove,Love's fire heats water, water cools not love. ''All my offences that abroad you see Are errors of the blood, none of the mind; Love made them not: with acture they may be, Where neither party is nor true nor kind: They sought their shame that so their shame did find; And so much less of shame in me remains, By how much of me their reproach contains. ''Among the many that mine eyes have seen, Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd, Or my affection put to the smallest teen, Or any of my leisures ever charm'd: Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd; Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free, And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy. – Steve Erickson . You can find it via a Google search: google books complete works of miss landon. The reality You have been my best friend for the last couple years Find all the books, read about the author, and more. Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride, As they did battery to the spheres intend; Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend Their view right on; anon their gazes lend To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd, The mind and sight distractedly commix'd. A sharpened dagger stabbed in his heart, Pain the heart can't share. Ripping in two, ripping apart. If he went to that extent, clearly you mean something to him. You likely know Margaret Atwood’s work most recently by the adaptation of her novel The Handmaid’s Tale into television, but this short poem has always stuck with me as one of the strongest, most visceral interpretations of toxic love though it is not one of the most famous heartbreak poems. 'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold The injury of many a blasting hour, Let it not tell your judgment I am old; Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power: I might as yet have been a spreading flower, Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied Love to myself and to no love beside. The students usually notice this about three weeks into the semester. I thought you were my friend….But you weren’t….You were just using me just like you used all the other people…For your own selfish reasons…I always thought those people who left your friendship were wrong! Like, “We promised to stop calling this late at night.” “Let her discover me / with an inopportune phone call.” My personal favorite begins with seeing through a misdirection: “Even though you aren’t wearing it, / I can tell you’re married.” Prince’s collection is a much-needed book for anyone wanting to read about heartbreak.