"harts" poems
your hart is like a star
shining so bright
hiding behind all the light
imagene what you would be
not what you could be
makeing all the haids tern round
dont you here that soud
some peaple brack peaples harts hopes and dreems
well at least that what it seems
well what do i know im gust the girl in the back row
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
I have no time for politics,
talkings heads,
heads of state,
stately hats,
manly gaites.
And on, and on, and on.
With resent for only money,
those jokes so half *** funny,
and sad sack bleeding harts.
Dime store smarts
and trollop tarts,
that do not claim there farts.
Yet i hear were full of ****
So i've no patience for.....
The hiding of the gore.
The hit and run
the watered down
fake news we abore.
And mostly i've no time,
so I will make a ryme.
For the outside is a gauntlet.
And with pen i post my crime.
So lock me up,
I'm but a blip.
The news will sup and Sip,
and **** there heads
with lock and step.
And find my hate for all.
They are cheating of there proof,
and I have had enough.
Not enough for giving up,
enough for that i tried.
I did,
you see,
It wasn't me,
But you that made this mess.
I only watched.
I only cared.
And now I've little less.
To your regard,
The mass ******
Of all that could be swell.
It was your head
That doubled size.
And I hope ya burn in hell.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Tussen my gesteelde fotos
En bekoorde akoorde
Verstik ek aan twyfel
In my verlies aan woorde
Ń Oorverdowende stilte
In die kuberruim
,Die koperkoord kletskamers
En bakkiesblad boodskappe.
Trek op jou neus vir
Die new-age kakkerlakke.
Tik my vingers stompies
Op die gladde skerm
Rook in die aande as
My gemoedsbekakkings kerm
Oor die stilte op die foon...
Rukkings deur my lyf
My harts onwrikbare toorn
Ek **** aan jou
Ek droom van jou
Ek wens en hoop op jou
, maar self met die masker
Van moderne tegnologie;
**** jy ook
*** raas die stilte nou?
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
harmonize with harts on strings
pay the teller make him sing
walk the floor move with the swing
and find my self a hot young thing
tell her she's nothing but a bit6 fling
and watch her tell me everything
I play the fiddle she gave me the sheet
giggle inside because I feel the heat
keeping her sittin on the edge of her seat
rocking back and forth as she moves to the beet
walked a block back to her house rubbing on her feet
she brakes out a 40s Marsanne and some reek
so I drink and we freak
and in the morning I peace
and yea that's the story of how I met your niece
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 2:27 PM UTC
Into the water she strode, wide eyed as ripples echoed her steps,
Hart beating, eyes streaming she leapt into the arms of an useable love
Arms stretched out far to catch her, protect her with care and calm composure he swept her up at earths surrender
into the arms she’d always loved
Into the depth the lovers fell. Forgetting all rules a wise man once told them, they fell into the deep subsiding water with the ones they’d always loved.
Engulfed not one but two became inseparable in the lovers game, judgment blurred and eyes to see not anyone but this entity, entrapped and falling helplessly into the depth of pure insanity yet happily falling free into the arms of her love.
They Don’t look back or up or forth for taken breath cant be caught, again they fall helplessly her with him and him with she and soon to be submerged in water hart beats harder as time grows faster, they lose track time and in the darkness, the blurs grow darker, sharper, faster and in there minds the lovers laugher, suppress the dangers of deeper water
And so they sink so helplessly into loves addiction, unconsciously, falling through the entangled weeds of the darkest love named insanity.
Weaker the lovers became as harts grow heavy and thoughts grew thick, is this a pure, captured splendour or a disaster occurring through the wick, burning fast through the tether as the lovers get hopelessly lost together in the mist inside there minds forever falling hopelessly free.
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
some harts through forests dappled lope
gentlest
keen feet
rumple leaves
scatter
or trees unspeaking sing
with the fat incurable
lust of sharp
lovers sore
hands
fingers
nuzzled
against
the fair muscles of arched
backs wriggling muscles
so sudored magic muscles
viscously
o'er
the pretty spines of
roots
splendor
splits and
out bursting
harts
through loping forests
lovers sorely
hurt with crisp intricate eyes
looking
lean raw eyes
wide into omnipotent pain
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 7:50 PM UTC
There are countless other waiting to take your place.
You tried to follow the highway out, but
the headlights blinded off your necklace spelling
noli me tangere, and now the only part of you
going sixty out of this two-horse town
is the fur that caught in the grille that hit you.
You never had a big enough spread
to be a proper Goliath, anyway, and besides,
nobody believes in white harts these days.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
On this rock not so far from the place where I sit
There's a women and she's thinking up a reason to quit
She's beautiful, cunning, able as youth
But she's lonely, worried, respite long overdue
She sits quiet with her friends, in her mind she pretends
She is the queen of the dead
Hadies lady and the left
She's the princess Udeit from grand luminit
Constable Griech of the Scotland Yard stretch
Nevermind the feeling like her harts gonna retch
She lays awake in her bed
Can't wipe the sleep from her head
Designs a spell to call a man to make her feel less dead
Spacetime was warped and hitherto he was
Not before her eyes in fact he came before her crys
Intact he slowly dies while waiting
For devine hands to stop plateing and present the feast in kind
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
My harts bleeds from every word you speech.
My hart bleeds from the words you use to hurt me.
hart hurts from the pain.
mi hart craves the kind words you once tould me.
mi hart once was filled with love.
my hart is black.
mi hart in angrey.
Mi hart is dieing.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Nothing of what she had told me
proved to be true
not even wardrobes with thousands of dresses
not even a ballroom
neither garden with peacocks and harts
nor castle
which I've been looking for for three days
but have not found, her palace with view of the sea
of which I found nothing but the view of the sea
that, nonetheless, filled me with tenderness:
so she didn't lie to me after all
she is a good woman, she loves me
Matei Visniec
translated by Anca Romete
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
Man hard half blind in twee verdeel
Soekend minwetend diep in sy donker
Vrou luikend sag half vergete verseël
Verlangend moker sy dorre die koker
Laat hulle liefs benader versoenend seel
Vloek roep sy soekend in almal veels te lank na waardige blaker
Hulle móét heimlik verblywend uiteindelik mekaar ontmoet
Gesplete verlede sal so saam versoen die pynlike splinter
Skeurende skyding sal saamvoeg mens verhewe skyn in sy geheel
Minsaam niet verewig sal getroudes liefs mekaar innerlik begin betower
Vrede verligte verpligting sal egte skeiding en miskraam gevoelig streel
Mens half harts lied sal soos lente volkome vol met saamsmelt tower
So word ons eenstemmig bymekaar gevoeg harmonieus om te sing in Liefde se Heilse Groot Koor
https://blominblou.weebly.com/blog/man-verdeel
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
**In poet form we write our words,
As they dance around the page.
We marvel at the way they fit,
Stage.....By.....Stage.
A thought, a whisper,
A jog of memory understood.
We write of dreams and many things,
That our hearts think we should.
No one knows why we write,
Words for others to read.
A distant thought, of passion and desire,
Of someone Else's need.
The satisfaction; that we have,
Is knowing the joy of the words.
Will touch the harts of the reader,
And brighten up their world.**
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
They met in the dark
Not sure what it was when they felt the spark
Wild eyed and young
It was a love song they sung
Cupids arrow made its mark
On heir harts he put his lock
That was till he forgot his promise
He had a moment of weakness
She had so much to say but couldn’t talk
The other simply stood to mock
Their love seemed to have been
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 11:26 PM UTC
Ryk in maniere
wat nie gemeet of
Maklik bepaal kan word
Oorstallig
Rustig
Tevrede
Ryk daarna uit
Na ander oorstelp
Wat nie kan help
Bedroewig
Mismoedig
Begewe
Deel gerus jou harts lied
Sing vir dié in droogse donker
Belaai met verdriet
Vrylik
Lieflik
Begeeflik
Herinner hulle heimlik
Hul oorvloedige innerlike erfstuk
Skink 'n heildronk op die Heilbron
Bespoedig
Begeerlik
Begiet
Buig saam die kop
Ontvang die Heilse heet
Verborge net as jy vergeet
Ligweg
Verhewe
Belewe
Stap dan heelhartig helder
Koester elke kosbare tree
Destinasie onbepaald ewig verder
https://blominblou.weebly.com/blog/skatlik-ryk
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC