Stained Glass Soul

Stained Glass Soul

A Poem by Phantom Heart

When a pane of glass is dropped, it shatters. Hearts and souls tend to break in the same way.



Each broken soul is like a pane of shattered glass.
Blue shards are memories of purity
Yellows are shadows of old happiness
Greens are pieces of shattered love
Now broken, now hopeless
If we want to be whole again
We must piece together our shards
When we look upon our window,
We still see just broken pieces,
Glued together, hopelessly fragile
Unable to see the real beauty,
When someone else looks at the window
They can see the meticulous detail
The creator put into each piece
They see sunshine
Filtered into beams of brilliant color
Where blues blossom like flowers,
The yellows hold treasured memories,
Greens whisper the promise of a future
Each line is a lesson learned and
And each mistake ever made,
These lines are woven into the design with purpose
They hold together the beauty that is shattered glass
Sometimes broken is beautiful

© 2009 Phantom Heart

Author's Note

Phantom Heart
This poem is dedicated to Quiet Poet

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That was beautiful.
I don't know what to say...
Usually describing colors and what they mean comes off as strange and weird but you somehow made it work and work well.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago

Wow... You wrote a poem for me?

When I started to read it, I felt like you were writing about me, but it seems you werent just writing about me.. There is so many broken hearts out there.. And everyone that has one, should come and read this.. Such beauty and so true. Thank you so much for the write.. It means so much to me.. You have no idea.. Thank you...

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Posted 15 Years Ago

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Added on March 20, 2009
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Phantom Heart

Coal City, IL

I really would like to become a better writer in order to express myself clearly. I am looking for lots of constructive criticism. I haven�t had anyone teach me how to write, so I have jus.. more..


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