"heartening" poems
It was deep April, and the morn
Shakespeare was born;
The world was on us, pressing sore;
My love and I took hands and swore,
Against the world, to be
Poets and lovers evermore,
To laugh and dream on Lethe's shore,
To sing to Charon in his boat,
Heartening the timid souls afloat;
Of judgement never to take heed,
But to those fast-locked souls to speed,
Who never from Apollo fled,
Who spent no hour among the dead;
Continually
With them to dwell,
Indifferent to heaven and hell.
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the comforting warmth of the morning sun,
like I had known it from the days of yesteryears.
the familiar scent of dew-kissed grass,
a fresh aroma that brought forth the tide of gratitude laden tears.
I had foreseen the day to be just as before...
I had planned to play out my morning as I had rehearsed.
but your message had foiled all that I thought I knew...
it brought about the smile that eternity had kept pursed.
your words were laced with the flowers of spring...
they set at ease the unapparent apprehension I've always kept.
they spoke of compliments meant only for the worthiest quills,
I've read them in disbelief as I think not of myself, an adept...
truly you are one that's generous and so very kind.
for your words flew off the page and had struck home;
bearing the stoutest of hope and most selfless of wishes.
they had provided direction in these vague circles that I roam.
so now allow me to thank you dear poetess...
for drawing the sunrise clear into my view.
I shall revel and bask in its delightful rays...
because your words had painted today in the brightest hue...
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
#*Heartening
In its days of glory
Slowly dying an eternal end*#
Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
Last summer
our days sped by us
like Faris wheel highs
swept beneath sidewalk alleyways.
We traveled the world
in our little neighborhood of dreams;
a hand to hold so close
yet miles away in words.
We found the best
out of emptiness,
heartening our comfortable silence.
We found each other on accident
two summers ago from June,
hopscotched in one-night walks
on a bus going nowhere fast.
By then, we barely knew
how far the universe would take us
in a matter of months.
Now, all I can think about
is how to comprise your heart flutter
the same way your smile and cosmos
composed mine.
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
we are
blessed
forgiven
healed
redeemed
and crowned
we are drawn
with lovingkindness
this day
i will trust
this day
i will pour
He is
my heart's refuge....
cj 2016
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
*The morning face
Aglow with warmth
Darkness paves way
To a bright new day
Gossips of the night
Under the starry world
Without inhibitions
Wanton hearts danced
Forayed into darkness
To steal into the secrets
Unwrapped souls
Heartening pleasures
Two reckless souls
Lay there, waiting for new day
To renew the night’s pact
Kissing the morning face
Quivering lips welcome
Beautiful dreams come alive
The crimson blush
Reminds of a fervent appeal
Another day
Shall slip into the night
As will two souls cusp
Yearning for a union
Till, another day beckons*
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
*Expression is important.
There are times when you want to scream your heart out and paint the walls with what's building inside your brain.
The aggressive, blunt and killer feelings just reside inside and somehow you want to spill them out.
Surrounded by suffocating truths , lies and millions of mixed emotions , humans tend to collapse.
Expressing ,not only in darkest of emotions but also in the most colorful of moments , is essential.
To disencumber the heart from feelings and emotions that sink it , we express.
Way outs can be simple and they can be labyrinthine.
Screams , music,words, art and what not. Our world is surrounded by these expressions.
Every thing that touches us and relates to us, is someone's expression .
Expressions give rise to heartening forms of art and mystics of world. We are surrounded by such things , that way we are part of everyone's life. That's how we are all connected.
Is it not curious, how world so big seems so familiar when we are introduced and when we understand the hidden meanings of it?
I believe , this whole world is just
an expression of God's mind.*
©asim.javid
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
I know I don't tell you enough, that you sustain me
and allow me to breathe.
You are my shepherds warning and the peck on my cheek goodnight.
Your the heartening wholesome warmth at the rear of my mind.
Your arms are a welcoming sunrise after the night is endless,
and an immortal nightmare has descended.
I take you for granted like my drawn breath,
In the same way I know one second without you would result, in instant death.
You let me put my head on your shoulder,
when sticky shadows engrave themselves like tattoos on my skin
and leave a trail to follow that is the ugly stench of my sin.
I am forever indebted to you, for your constant stream of faith
Even when the firmest believers, suitcases in hand wordlessly have fled the state.
I offer you my little words of gratitude, though I know it will never be enough
to the love that you've bestowed on me.
The love I did not earn yet you gave, as you picked me up and dusted me down and sent me out to believe.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
she encourages me to draw the curtains
i'm on her couch for an hour or so
explaining to me that, "all men aren't serpents."
even if he's slithered in my bed... around my throat
reminds me, "isolation is a birdcage
he'll never know you if you're ruffled and shy"
yet, i cannot find the courage to engage
my craving for adventure is... out of supply
she listens to stubborn reasoning and woe
allows me to sit in unanswered silence
she's heartening every wednesday even though
my distaste for growth is shown through defiance
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Her brilliant ocular orbs persist beyond the occasional glance
averting my focus just after her curious stare brings a gentle smile,
beckoning for our distance in the room's expanse to diminish perchance
as her heartening gestures attempt to avert my stance from sessile.
The magnetic pull of this inspiring scenery tugs me from my position
each forced step resisted as I cross the floor towards this distraction,
every warm, reassuring nod has filled my arsenal's ammunition
and causes a craving to quell the disturbance that has forced my reaction.
As her fingers delicately caress her soft lips I swiftly turn away
she knows not the consequence that her simple mistakes would bring,
I gather all my strength to fight the magnetic force enticing me to stay
leaving this alluring siren with nothing but her song she sings.
Though drained of will I flee with a vivid memory of what will never be
a siren so pure should stay near the shore and never reach the depths of sea.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
Waves of unease flood my heart,
Defying and ignoring my loving touch.
Crippling memories shake me through,
For your angelic image seems so true.
Precious and priceless you are in my eyes,
For I can never bear to see you cry.
Clinging deeply to the love we share,
Treasuring a love that seems so rare.
Severed sinews and battered heart,
Oh, how I long for your tender hug!
Heartening to see you change,
As you walk out of my loving range.
Abandoned was my eventual fate,
For all was deemed too late.
Melancholic and forlorn I became,
Forever forgetting love and pain.
Jun 28, 2012
Jun 28, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC
The drunk guy and his drunk girl both sat
on the concrete near the dumpster along
with their oil stained dog.
The guy had stacked up some cardboard
for his girl to rest her backside on.
The dog drank cool water from an old tin.
The guy always greeted me with a tobacco
stained smile and a ***** open palm wave.
His girl was always drunk even when he obviously wasn’t.
Maybe that was his way of keeping her around.
Sacrifice a bottle for the company of her.
The dog appeared fainthearted and
a bit skittish but his tail always wagged
at the sight of a stranger.
A hopeful wag, a heartening gesture.
One that said he still had hope that one
of these strangers would one day take
him home and away from the life
his fate had cast upon him.
I always took the time to greet the
drunks and the dog.
The guy’s face had that worn leather
look with his bold Native features
and his deep mocha colored skin.
His spiel was always the same he'd
praise my coat and my truck,
the dog would always wag his agreement.
I made sure to always leave them with
a fresh bottle of some cheap wine or
even cheaper *****
A pack of GPC’s
and a stick of jerky for the dog.
The guy always took the gifts without standing.
He smiled and his drunk woman smiled
and the ***** dog wagged his ***** tail.
He would applaud me as I walked away.
Which for some reason caused me to
feel a bit less instead of feeling better.
Their joy was real.
***** back alley drunken joy.
While mine was only a front.
This all took place before all of this.
At a time when I thought
I was in love.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
It's the time of the year
To say goodbye
To give our parting hugs
To flash our last wavering smile.
It’s this time of the year
Where we determine how true
The essence of friendship is
How long would it last
And it is this time of the year
Where I discovered
None of the friendships made
Were made out of diamond: strong
Made out of rubber: flexible
Made out of pure truth
Lies upon lies
Built up on a weak foundation
Threatening it to topple
To collaspe and to fall
Its heartening to see
What true friendship can do
But yet disheartening to know
That true does not exist too.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
It’s heartening the wondrous things you can do
All it takes is a kind word or two.
A friendly touch or warm smile and “hi”
Melts someone’s defenses in the blink of an eye.
You’ve been there yourself you know it’s true
Frozen and hurt by negative words said to you.
All to frequent it doesn’t have to be that way
Offer a compliment instead and make their day.
Perhaps initially a fight, but a battle you can win
Kind words flow freely, when you’re happy from within.
Good idea, nice job, your haircut looks great
Offer your kind words quickly, before they’re too late.
Generous, dependable, thoughtful are positive seeds to sow
Own the words first, then to others they can flow.
Charming, radiant, talented are words that bring cheer
Powerful words those around you long to hear.
Creative, gracious, you’re so fun to be around
All part of a marvelous new vocabulary you have found.
Remember the secret is to first be happy within
The kind words that follow will win many a friend.
Hearts frozen or melted it’s entirely up to you
Make a difference to someone else...today...
with just a Kind Word or Two.
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
The pieces I desired to reach was ever outlying
yet heartening.
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Creation is groaning.
Its beauty is losing its wonderful face.
Tears there are streaking and staining its liberty,
Yet there’s the Spirit of Truth in His place.
F = ma and G = gravity
falling at 32’/s/s.
Natural law doesn’t change from its infancy.
Earth was made perfect and that’s on the record.
Why then this fracture of precious inventiveness?
How does it happen that something went wrong?
Was it intended, this frightful disaster?
Why this dischord in a beautiful song?
Earth waits in agony for re-commissioning,
Blood on the ground. It’s the spirit of death.
Yes he was placed here to sort out the heartening
Souls of creative men tangling with Truth.
Creation is groaning ‘cause Truth is the soul of it.
Those who embrace her inherit the earth.
As for the others, when death’s reward comes to them,
They’ll know the Truth, but destruction’s their path.
One day the Son will arrive to inherit
This earth, and restore it to vigor and Life.
He’ll have no party with lies and their consequence.
King of the times He’ll just rule out that strife.
Then will the earth once again reach its majesty.
Then once again mighty mountains may dance.
Then will the joy of the great restoration
Complete the perfection, the longed for romance.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
Something’s afoot
Of this I am sure
Of exactly what
I’m not
When my eyes catch a glimpse
My heart skips a beat
And briefly butterflies fly
When she moves
I am drawn
When she stops
I am drawn
When she smiles
I am drawn
When she cries
I am drawn
-
There is warmth
There is prospect.
There is stock
In imminent return
There is firm retribution
There is cold creeping in!
In leaving
In wretched departure
There is joy in re-joining
There is heartening
When firm is footfall
And sweet singing sounds
Summer is coming
There my love is found
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
sound sounds like this in english. sounds familiar.
in the morning, heartening lorries,
mansel davis, north to south and back again reverse
turn.
garden, sounds fresh so early, outdoor
noise. indoors,
the radio plays. brittle. news
mumbo jumbo of politics.
birds sing.
tinnitus continues, softer now
sbm.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 1:23 AM UTC
There's such a heartening glow in your face
as the last rays of evening subside
your smile is wrapped in such sweet grace
I'll ask for nothing more beside
your glory will light up every place
in your heart my worshipful devotion will abide
life should be an unfailing welcome and embrace
come love, o tender love, be our constant guide!
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
San frontieres, a twig of poetree,
topological, roots and wings,
once more to the breach,
dancing betwixt ears, ungestured, bays,
I'd be as a mayfly, only alive a day,
rather than as long as an eagle flies, not whying.
Fathoming delves ley lines realizing increasing
wingspan, height of flight, intensity of sunlight.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
When I find myself with you
I find myself in not only this moment
But in all the moments to come
to have and to hold
from this day forward.
It’s the Saturday mornings
with their lazy light
and the birds crisp songs
and all the trials and battles
stand still as we remember,
for better or for worse
And the Tuesday nights
as the keys hit the table
after a long day is over
when work was rough
and the week has just begun,
for richer or for poorer
It’s in the Sunday afternoons
as the sun traces its way across the sky
and we rejoice in what we have
whether it be hard or heartening
or the good and the better,
in sickness and in health
Its then that I think of you
In a thousand little moments yet to come
And its then I must remember
to not be so excited for forever
that I forget it is happening right now,
‘til death do us part.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
I have a habit of losing myself in other people
And it's never really proven itself to be a good thing
It has caused a significant amount of pain and loss
But now, I find myself asking,
"What if you meet someone and discover yourself within them?"
A part of you that you have been searching for and missing for a long, long time
So long you don't even remember what it feels like to have that part of you back...
What it feels like to be whole and complete
So maybe a habit of losing yourself in other people isn't such a dire thing
Because once you come across the right person
Whenever or whomever that may be
You begin to grow and discover
Rather than to hurt and lose
More and more
Maybe it's all about finding the other person
Who holds the other part of you within them
Maybe that's where the term "Your other half" comes from
*I think there was always a part of me missing
Until I found it in you*
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Like a drop of rain that trickles down a crisp blade of grass only to dissapear, I sprinkle my emotions onto this page with the hope that when they reach the end they will be absorbed in.
In the solitude of my scribblings I can SCREAM and not worry about who I offend, I can cry or be invisible to judging eyes that would persecuite me for divulging my secrets, my hidden sin.
The walls of life can come crashing down around me and the sky may fill with dis-heartening clouds of doom, but I can hide from it all behind the safety of my paper and pen.
I can be anyonomous, no one
has to know that these worries are mine, or I can be bold shoutting my sorrows from the rooftop, I can be a giant among men.
Just like the effervescent glow from the moon on a brisk fall evening washes over all, I am able share the beauty of the words I feel inside with the world, I'm able to let them shine on.
Thru my writting my thoughts can become immortalized and these words that are written on my heart are then bared for all to see until the moment when all time is gone.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC