The Agony and the Ecstasy

The pain of loving
when it dies can
hit like lightening
from the

One moment you’re in
ecstasy and ache
that sweetest

Head reeling from
the kiss.
You’ve never felt
such happiness.
It could be


Next moment


You’re in agony again
and moments such as
this should never be

It hurts so much that
you wonder how you’ll
ever stay alive…
let alone

It may still beat…
But your heart aches a
physical ache.
A pain that won’t go
away, and tears such as
those you cry could
fill an ocean from
your eyes.

And yet…
Life is love

Ohhh how you ache to
be in love….

and feel its

ecstasy again.


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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

42 thoughts on “The Agony and the Ecstasy”

  1. So true that love is a bliss but painful when it ends. I do believe that true love doesn’t hurt and last forever. Heartfelt emotions in your poem, lovely 🙂

  2. Love is a major part of life… sometimes it can bring us down, sometimes it can lift us up. In the end it’s worth it!

  3. N ice. I remember the pain of my first heartbreak. It does hurt physically. But all of life is full of death, but love does resurrect.

  4. Brenda, this is a heartbreaking poem–so well written, the emotion totally grabbed me (and my heart). Love the quote too, very true, obviously you keep your heart open to write such beautiful poems.

  5. Love the intro, the burden that love leaves behind. I like the acknowledgement of the heart still beating. Such a passionate and bitter piece. ♥

  6. This is heartbreaking and really exemplifies the extreme contrast of the different facets of the same emotion…love. Beautiful, Bren.

  7. Don’t do it! You’ll be sorry! Really sensitive people never recover but the good news is, you will have enough material to write agony poems for the rest of your life:)

  8. oh, very effectively painted here. The ending such a good shift here, but the heartbreak and loss was emotionally driven and wonderful for the way you brought it really alive through verse. Great write/read.

  9. I read this with keen interest. Never having had my heart broken, I’ve no clue how it feels, what it’s like. You gave me a taste, and I am grateful.

  10. The agony and the ecstasy of love. Thank goodness I don’t have to worry about that anymore, Bren. Being with my husband is like wearing a very comfortable shoe, it is worn well and we are relaxed with each other. Nice write.


  11. this reminded me of my teenage years…i had a weird time…really…countless boy friends and when a love died i sometimes woke in the morning and thought there’s nothing left worth living for..

  12. The stanzas drip down the page like tears, the visible agony of the heart also doubled in the ecstasy of having known such love. The final ache to feel such love again seems a paradox to me–having tried–but the measure is there. Nothing measures up.

  13. If I didn’t ache before I do now. I could feel the hurt in you words and relived some of my own heart break.. great work

  14. love is brutal…it busts into your life and wrecks the place then punches you in the gut when it leaves….ha…i do though love the moments in between…smiles….nice write bren

  15. I love how you capture the rollercoaster of feelings, esp physical. It’s always the mix of the heart and body that caves me in. Wonderfully written. Thanks.

  16. You have definitely captured the best of love and the worst of love (when it ends) to a T. And as far as it happening again, as someone near and dear to me used to say — never say never.

  17. That’s it in a nutshell – the agony and the ecstasy. Beautiful, Bren. I love the quote about the worst prison being a closed heart. Cool.

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