#beat poems on Hello Poetry

mja Feb 2015

it's not my fault
if i don't hear you
whenever you talk to me

why the pounding in my chest
is the only thing i hear

or why the butterflies
are nothing
compared to the entire animal kingdom
i feel inside me

but i'm sorry,
nonetheless.

what were you saying?

-m.j.a

#love #poem #heart #hearing #chest #beat #pound

elizabeth Feb 2015

Late Night / Early Morning

The sound of my footsteps
is ringing in my ears
because the music has died
and the pizza
has soaked up
all of the alcohol

But you are still
pounding in my chest

#drunk #alcohol #music #late #heartbeat #bar #early #pizza #footsteps #beat

Sombro Jan 2015

Musical Opiates

I walk to the radio
Turning it on
Music's playing, I know
A very good song.

It starts off so quiet
But gets louder so
That before I can fight it
I'm lying down low

The notes all rise free
Shooting stars through the beat
The rhythm's the sea
And on the sea floor I greet

The singer speaks out
From a clam shell castle
The guitar wails and shouts
While it's part and parcel

To the harmony choir
Of light and of sound
I float in the fire
While the sky becomes ground.

And the last thing I remember
From the music I hear
Is the warmest December
The summer in my ear.

Good music, need I say more?

#love #music #relax #beat #eargasm

Shannon Jeffery Jan 2015

Muse of Life

We are the living instruments
In our vast universe
Our hearts are the beating drums
Our breaths the words of verse

We are living music
With the pitter patter of our feet
Our souls are the composers
Of an ever changing rythm
The universes harmonious beat

#life #heart #living #music #soul #harmony #beat #rythm

WickedHope Jan 2015

I Don't Dance To Rhythms, I Dance To Chaos!

Hearts don't beat
No
A beat is something steady and understandable
Hearts don't beat
They pound and knock and shake us all
They cause us to trip, lose grip, and fall

Poem: So sort, sorry! :/
Note: So long, duly sorry!
- - - -

700 poems! Hell, I have a lot to say it seems.

I just want to give a quick shout out to all you awesome people on here!
Especially those who have commented and messaged me the past few days -- or ever really -- offering support because I'm so grateful to you all. And to all my followers! Thank you for reading and writing, words are so very important. :)
Quick shout out to Daniel Smith - Freak Morbidity for his epic comment/heroic-act-of-defense that is now forever lost. The other non-trolls and I thank you.

Stay lovely all you guys ~

#love #poetry #heart #dance #falling #heartbeat #followers #beat #pound #700

Third Legacy Dec 2014

The Illusion of Dreams

You were only a dream
A dream so real
but a dream
I could never achieve

Like the sunlight
when it reaches me
but I could never touch
With its brightness
such a blinding light
I could not hope to stare

So instead
I look at the moon
and forget to
sleep at night
because its beauty
elegance
the same as yours
reminds me
of the light

The stars that shine
them I desire
the light's still reaching me
but the star is dead
just like my dreams
My heart in morbid beat

a poem that doesn't rhyme is as a dead poem. Us

#love #sad #life #heart #depressed #thoughts #rhyme #you #me #beat

Chloe Elizabeth Dec 2014

Beat of My Heart

I think from all the craziness and hectic paces of my life of madness, I never had the time to sit down and study the beat of my heart. And the truth is, maybe I did love him a little more than I thought I did.

By Chloe Elizabeth

#love #life #heart #madness #craziness #beat #pace #hectic

Emmy Dec 2014

rain

and if the sound of the rain drums in sync with your heart
then you're the lucky one
for most not all can't feel the beat of our
own song
let alone the d
                           r
                              i
                                p
                                     of the rains one
-e.m

-e.m

#poem #feelings #heart #rain #music #soul #beat #sounds #rythm

Gabriela Dec 2014

Scribe

Fill me up with each thought
that you have thought up
while you slept on your own
and woke at twelve at night
to show that you live
and that you have not yet ceased
to breathe in and out in time
to the beat of her heart;
pour out the lead that colors your heart
a few shades too dark to be seen
and scrub clean the scarred edges
so they can mend.
Stitch up each wound with the threads
that were left from your pursed lips
and speak to her through my words
and this mind of mine.

Unedited version. 100 words.

#words #heart #thoughts #her #scar #sleepless #beat