"hearbeats" poems
Cloudy skies
Heavy downpour
Cold breeze
Swaying trees
Misty window panes
Traffic lights
Hooting cars
Gushing gutters
Drenched trench coats
Soggy feet
Colourful umbrellas
Crowded shelters
Empty side walks
The city skips a few hearbeats
And comes to a stand still
Soon as the pounding rain stops
Everything returns to normalcy
But rainy days call for
Steaming cups
Slouchy sweaters
Fluffy blankets
Snuggles
Cuddles
Novels
Notebooks
Gramophone tunes in the background
Enjoying a little piece of heaven
While the day is washed off
Setting stage for a clean fresh start
©Sonia Ettyang
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
i.
she savoured her
blue eyes meets brown
deflowering each other
the first wave hits her
tilting her head back
she wonders how
how and why
took so long
ii.
hands gripping the sheets
the pale skin tuning pink
shivering under her Venus
her vision blurred into grey
burning in front of her
iii.
the melting pleasure
breathing each other's name
hearbeats slowing down
while they echoed their love.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
every shot a sedative
every memory a ghost
every day a way to live
every one is one i lost
never drown my memory
never match me stride for stride
never see what i can see
never look for what i hide
feelings take a dusty shade
breathing gives me what i need
thinking of the way we're made
makes me out a mongrel breed
ever feel a twinge of doubt?
ever wonder if you wont?
ever feel your hearbeats clout?
ever sorry that i dont?
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
Will it be possible if heart is Circle?!.
Does it change when love found.
Will it grow bigger when hearbeats fast.
Or shrink when love lost.
My past leaves remnant of your beauty.
Beauty that reflects my soul.
The stains remain, pure black and white.
Reminds me of you.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
I'm not sure how to put into words the perfection that was that night
That we walked along the midnight waves,
Looking for turtles who never appeared
Lit by the millions of stars that painted the South American sky
It reminded me of photographs that seemed so perfect you had to believe it was fake
We slowly walked closer and closer
My shoulder began brushing yours
My hand would touch yours and each time, my stomach turned
You never saw that I was dying for you to grab my waist and pull me in
Close enough to taste the salt on your lips and the rawness of your eyes
To linger in each other's hearbeats while I studied your body close to mine
We discussed poetry, books and all the things that terrified us
I think I saw you watching me while I watched the stars
And I told you things I never told anyone
My soul never felt so connected to another's
My body instantly gravitated towards you like you were meant for me in some form
I'm not sure if you loved me or not
But I believe in that moment I was someone you could've loved
And that is good enough for me
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
Those days let to me hurt
i'm still don't know how to tell you
my hearbeats breaks me
every second
but it's not all about how to
live without dreaming.
v.f
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
Five minutes away from snowing
invigorating perfumed winds
dance the solitary trees.
Battleship clouds move in.
Crisp goes the air.
Light flakes swirling to the beat of their own drum.
Heavenly white I almost can
hear an angelic band play electric on their castle of smoothness.
Hands numb.
Mind blank.
Heart washed.
Soul clear.
I think of you and I picture the entire
Light of the Universe showering us
as we dance on a tropical shore.
Our hearbeats collected in a treasured book stored beneath the arm of God.
Soft waves crash.
The curtain lifts.
We see each other as we truly are as if we never knew judgment at all.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC