Heart seeks passion …

heart seeks passion

The doors ever open,

The plan was for a while…

But empty rooms on notice

the mirrors out of smiles

Like the heart seeks passion

then cleaves onto fractions

love becomes unfocused,

diminished all the while…


And how strange it has been

That I cannot recall you

Dressed in that stranger’s skin,

to match the vacant hue

so bland like empty gray

the colors fade away

your presence wearing thin

When your face comes to view.


Through the frame looking in

Where the pain fits the pane

And the hand clasped with gin,

Taut with empty names

A bottle telling psalms,

The tears hit my palms,

Then how shall I begin,

You’re emblazoned on my brain.


You were the open sea

And I was like the shore

You kissed and grasped for me

And it killed me yet once more

To know that like the waves

You crashed hard, then you caved

And left me on my knees

My heart worse than before


Half mired in distress

The pain was very real

I loved you I professed

I just loved the sex appeal

Confusion claims my mind

In passion I’ve resigned

No more to be possessed

My eyes no more revealed


I find myself with strangers

Their company is cold

No more my heart to danger

no passions left to hold.

And breathing is a chore

My tears are since ignored

The words become endangered

The romance left untold.

Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

11 thoughts on “Broken

  • April 15, 2017 at 6:02 PM

    Oh so sad is a broken heart. Your phrasing is very emotive and well done, Paul. That image is so precious – makes me wish I could hug that little guy.

    • April 15, 2017 at 7:15 PM

      I know right. He looks so dejected. Thank you so much for your kind words Phyllis.

  • April 16, 2017 at 7:00 PM

    I once heard that broken hearts never mend….. I have found that is not true my friend, it just takes time..

    • April 19, 2017 at 10:44 AM

      No i believe that can as well Kurt. Time is usually the key.

  • April 17, 2017 at 8:38 AM

    A great poem of lost love, or a broken heart. I always enjoy the flow and rhythm of your poetry, Paul.

    • April 19, 2017 at 10:44 AM

      Thank you so much John. Glad you enjoyed it.

  • April 17, 2017 at 9:06 PM

    Beautifully emotive and so well penned with some great phrasing and imagery Paul. A sad but poignant reminder of the fragility of the human heart. Great work my friend.

    • April 19, 2017 at 10:46 AM

      Thank you so much Tony. The heart is so powerful yet so fragile at the same time.

  • April 27, 2017 at 3:22 AM

    Your new writing style proves you to be a master of poetry. A winsome, sad tale, in which I enjoyed the telling.

    • April 28, 2017 at 1:34 PM

      Thank you Donald figured I’d try some new forms. Glad you enjoyed

  • August 12, 2017 at 1:24 PM


    Yes, very painful, and you explained it beautifully. No greater pain than this. But, hope does rise out of the thickest of ashes. Lovely!


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