Broken Heart Poems

Broken Heart Poetry – find a collection of broken heart poems. Most everyone knows these feelings and has had to go through the sorrow of having a broking heart. This is not easy, but maybe these poems might help if you are feeling sad.

 

Sonnets from The Portuguese - XLIII

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

(Elizabeth Barret-Browning, 1850)

 

• When I am dead and over me bright April
  Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
  Though you should lean above me broken-hearted,
  I shall not care.
  I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful
  When rain bends down the bough;
  And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted
  Than you are now.
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• (Sara Teasdale, 1884–1933)

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

(Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861)