"heartful" poems
Passionate lover, fluid strokes.
Deep inside, ****** moans.
***** thoughts, innocent tone.
Rough motion, head explodes.
Wet finish, all over her throat.
Beautiful kisses, on her toes.
Lustful whisper, do so float.
Heartful words, I do so devote~
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Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
My
heart is
A LANTERN
Inside, lives a
fae
♡
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l
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♡
a
n
d
♡
s
w
e
e
t
♡
With
bright wings
G L I T T E R I N G
with love, life and
hope
♡
f
o
r
♡
p
e
a
c
e
♡
As
I grow,
S H E R E M A I N S
youthful, timid,
safe
♡
a
f
r
a
i
d
♡
t
o
♡
f
l
y
♡
She
spent days
JUST CRYING
feeling so lost
Hurt
♡
I
'
m
♡
s
o
♡
s
o
r
r
y
♡
The
summer
OF HER HEART
became winter
bleak
♡
a
n
d
♡
c
o
l
d
♡
But
with time
SHE MANAGED
to pick herself
up
♡
a
n
d
♡
h
e
r
♡
p
e
n
♡
With
the help
O F O T H E R
fellow Kings and
Queens
♡
t
h
a
n
k
♡
y
o
u
♡
s
o
♡
m
u
c
h
♡
You
all have
A D D E D TO
my heart's inner
flame
♡
a
n
d
♡
h
o
p
e
s
♡
Winds
blow, wings
NOW FLUTTER
I'm ready to
fly
♡
s
i
d
e
♡
b
y
♡
s
i
d
e ♡
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:37 AM UTC
Love has always had, a favourite corner.
With Secrets, Wounds and Scars.
Hearts often meet, at Sunsets.
So at Night, they can count the Stars.
Lonely is My Heart Tonight,
as I stand upon this Sand.
Crashing Waves roll all over Me,
Finally a Moonbeam holds My Hand.
At Midnight, as I try to close My Eyes.
To exhale My Loneliness Away.
My Eyes keep waiting for a Heartful Soul.
But not a Soul comes My Way.
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC
You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry
Your love’s protracted growing:
June reared that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April’s sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield—what you’ll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like!
You’ll look at least on love’s remains,
A grave’s one violet:
Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.
What’s death?—You’ll love me yet!
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I was your best friend,
But, one fine evening,
You surprised me by the words you said.
You, had proposed me that day,
And our relationship status got changed by words that day.
I was quite happy because I knew, you will never take any wrong step.
And will never break my heart,
And will never hurt me hard.
Best friends now had become boy friend and girl friend.
It was cute and different.
But that was not love, I thought.
That was friendship from heart.
You said, "it's love, true and pure love dear, you will also feel the same, spend some time other than being best friends."
Finally, one fine day some miracle might have had happened,
I fell in love with you.
It was truly a love relationship for me, by words and heart.
From then some feelings really changed.
A few days later, you said, you want to confess something,
I thought, you now might want to marry me.
I was so happy, I can't share in words.
I was waiting for your arrival.
Sayed, this was true and pure love- friendship, then lovers and then married couples.
I was awesome happy from core of my heart.
You came, but accompanied with a unknown girl,
And said, "let's be best friends again, because she is the girl for whom I have fallen in love forever."
"What about us?", I enquired.
"We! We were not made for love affair. Friendship is only ok for us."
I was shocked, surprised and shattered.
You have by then broken my heart.
It took long two years since then,
To rise up and live again.
I, finally promised myself,
Not to fall in love again.
Then again we met on a cloudy day.
You said, you are single again.
Your words, your behaviour, your attitude,
All were strange that day.
I felt, I was talking to some stranger,
Who is not my best friend.
That night you came at my place again.
And said, "let's fall for each other again."
I was very sure with myself,
And rejected your proposal face to face.
You requested me to think over and over again.
"I am sure, I don't want to fall for you again."
Hearing my words, you left the place.
No talk, no promises, no connection since then.
And, now, after a decade, you have come again and saying,
"Tell me something so hurtful that I don't miss you forever."
Why such downmarket things you are speaking?
What I said that day, are still my words, today.
If this is not hurtful, then put yourself in my shoes,
And imagine how much hurt I have got,
Which had made the heartful girl so very heartless.
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May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 7:23 AM UTC
A little *** and spirit
Make days tighter
Easier moments
dense air
Heartful silence
Islands hosing negative measurements
Singing folk tales
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 1:04 PM UTC
Step in and rest wearily
Your troubles here are the best
Every image your fear does possess
Such pretty illusions
Poses and all sweet scents
Where too are all the roses
And the thorns they don't bite
When you're safe from all your doubts
In this room comfort seeps deceptively
Till your dead
From the inside
Out is but a grave
In the comfort zone
Artificially boxed restrained
Air short getting shorter waning
All the once pretty flowers
Their colours run down dreary
Till sludge is climbing up your legs
No lock no key but deception
Has claimed another chapter
Of what life may still claim
Time for motion of ones will
What does willingness will for
With some distressing emotion
A heartful of determination
Shall give rise to some clever
Quick thoughts in desperation
Beware of your next step
That such is beyond the
Zone...
Of deathly comfort!!!
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 9:44 AM UTC
your behavior is ****** she writes to him,
you're a boar, without a cure,
my good ant Anna often asks me,
how the hail i except you,
she says you belong to that banned of men
that effect a woman's life badly
she also suspects you of elicit affairs
goes on to ad you are to me not fare
and we too don't make a good pare
its about time we go our own weigh
since we don't feet each other at all.
i'm sorry though
i had to pain you this heartful later
but bitter swoon than letter.
p.s. thank god i mate the man who scares and laughs me more than you.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Soul
like the moon,
wax and wane
thy heartful tune.
Mind
like the sea,
ebb and flow
thy poetry.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
He had wandered far in his truth quest.
A man by law, with 19 years he can attest
and ended up stuck in the west.
With limited cash in his name,
as he had abjured his family's fame.
Since his beliefs differed in his chest.
The family ideals were deceptively lenient.
Kindness was taught but he had never seen it.
His views were seen as unnaturally scenic.
A family that preached their branded acceptance,
made the man sing their praises and dance
with their rhythmic rants.
Maybe he is just a rebel;
A phase where instead he sings treble,
because the bass is in a bubble.
His head shakes and dusts rains,
falling just like earthly remains.
The ideas caused by yesterday's pains.
Heartful man, take care in the west
Listen as lives differ with the rest.
Make a pledge and mind the dread
Keep a level head.
Keep a level head.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
***Lost in the city
United by poetry
Online friends
Things which trends
Few find their soulmate
Others find a friend great
Here found one with like mind
Maybe past lives were entwined
Great to have a tea with her
Heartfelt talks heartful together
A grand date with a poetic soul
Who is assigned the divine role
We will catch up again surely
Another meet to be planned shortly!***
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
**See, wide open the gates are in welcome,
I am the city of tranquility
that appeared in your thoughts from nowhere,
you may choose to live for now,
perhaps for ever or never.
having crossed many toll gates
in your long drive to reach here,
don't you wait, drive straight,
the capitol looms above bright,
occupy the citadel most secure
in which a few like you stayed for a while
till they figured out what they seek,
when they resumed their journey
with heartful of joy
keep at bay the angst that chases you
from a wrong turn once you took,
experience the weather, peaceful atmosphere,
till it dawns to you, the magic of this ambience,
air, water and land unspoiled, like old times,
don't you miss the birds that
never forget to sing, be it
a harsh summer or a frozen winter.
they all make your soul
listen to the beating heart, the city has
A free bird you are, be aware,
do whatever freedom demands,
if you choose to come back
this city sky is all yours.**
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
You can’t leave without getting what you came here for
I know it’s hard
Finding meaning in life is about as cliché as a needle in a haystack
Just achin’ to fill in the empty spots
With anything you can get your hands on
Got some gaps festering
Afraid to unplug and let the hurt bleed out
Cuz at least you know your holes are full
But life
It punches us toothless
Won’t let us sleep at night
With the ache of mystery
You want a purpose
Hold tight and live
Just live
Like plants and housecats
Someone once told me that there’s a forest of redwoods out there
So big with roots so tightly woven you can’t tell where one tree begins and another ends
You got roots planted in my heart
Each step you take is a purpose
I can feel you even when you aren’t close
So don’t leave me
Not yet
We got too much fire fueling engines in our feet
Just walk with me
I’ll find you a purpose
There are haystacks everywhere
And a heartful of needles buried beneath
Just don’t leave
before you get
Whatever it is that you need
Mar 23, 2011
Mar 23, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
Fast, please, and let that heart ache
just for a moment, the sun's in today.
Recall like chocolate that thick blood and all that ugly love.
After all this time, you whisper to me still,
an echo in a chamber filled with words and lines that make me cry.
I won't be bitter -
being bitter merely begs the roses up next spring,
pushing through the lawn, pale with over-watering.
The only difference now -
I have forgotten your smell.
Hard to be in love with a personality you have so clearly discarded,
his love.
perhaps, I will grow old, begging for return.
luckily, as the sun sets I keep him somewhere
between my pulmonary artery and the base of my vagus nerve,
a heartful love urge,
the lake of tears.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
you wrote all those songs
each lyric a shorthand
heartful message
that never left our lips
neither heard nor said
i wrote half those songs
it was so convoluted
each poem a missive
never imagined
i would be asked to explain
your heart breaks every time
it weakens my resolve
i am the last person you
thought they would ask to help you
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
Is liking someone so uncommon
or wanting someone, a new phenomenon?
Are you an April - wreaking the milieu to discourage me?
Is that why you disparage him to such a degree?
He’s heartful and sincerious,
he’s slammin’ hot but oblivious.
He’s music, lust and fun,
all rolled into one.
So, I’m calling you off,
stop blowing up my phone.
You might as well not bother,
We’ve got dibs on each other.
What’s really good?
He’s really good.
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 4:23 PM UTC
It started with a brofist
*Interest fenced in
By the facade of indifference
Fueled by pride*
And it ended with one.
Do you still remember
When we first met?
Us stealing glances at each other
You gnawing on your nicotine-stained nails
Me soaking in contrived nonchalance
Both of us clouding the air
With the static of bro, man, **** that, dude*...
Supremely confident
In our juvenile, preconceived mastery
Of subterfuge.
How idiotic we both looked,
But how wise of us
To stay our hearts and tongues
With the ancient wisdom of abstinence.
You still sitting there
With half a heartful
Of words left unspoken -
Perhaps an apology was in there somewhere -
Staring in barely-concealed disbelief
At my abrupt flight,
I sensed your hesitation
As I waved goodbye
For the final time,
My back to you,
As I disappeared into the night.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
As the last attatchment from the past clashes with morality and is found to be heavily sad,u wonder why u live as the voice cracks and back slacks, holding your head in your hands, abandoning all thoughts that once made you laugh, You look deeper into darkness till nothing feels bad. just numbess at the heart from a destroyed past. the girl you asked to be your last was your first ex, without a chance to prove you was glad to fix the problem spued from a rumored movement consuming your relationships best, in the dust she went. Hell bent on other fake women knowing they were jealouse you moved on and lost trust. still this slow pause remains odd as my thoughts wonder off beyond this capsul. this dark after taste has replaced my scence of heartful becoming bashful in a natural scence. Guess I'm going to live with this , knowing im going to live to win.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC
Either occupied or lack of interest
Tell me what is this?
The way seriousness surrounds
Nothing to say? just tight lips!
Wish to have a heartful talk,
To lighten the heavy heart
Let's celebrate the togetherness
And let the laughter have a blast
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 8:46 AM UTC
You'll love me yet!--and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing;
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry
From seeds of April's sowing.
I plant a heartful now: some seed
At least is sure to strike,
And yield--what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like.
You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave's one violet:
Your look?--that pays a thousand pains.
What's death? You'll love me yet!
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
and then
you look for
a way to
peel of your skin,
a candlestick
and a rusted
blade beside
the matchbox
because the
dreams were
too magnificent for
you to ever
grow into,
so you lie
beside it
in a corner,
let it pour out
like wandering
silver mist
from a stranger’s
lost cigarette,
too exhausted
to be another
hand-me-down;
teeming with
pride
like a writer’s
old notebook
that still smells
of old lavender
and almost
unused lipstick
and teardrops
and ink blots
and almost
unnoticed mistakes
and a little
too much sentiment,
outlawed by time,
ripped out
like a reluctant
heartful of stifling
frustration and
fragmented
with sarcastic
tenderness,
like gravel
that once
hoped to
be sculpture
in an ancient
museum of fine arts,
because, y’know,
everything
is fine
until it’s gone;
shine bright;
dead stars
were born in
the wrong
galaxy; dead
people were
merely unlucky.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
Does this hurt?
Yes.
It hurts like seeing your
Childhood home for the last time.
Nothing stings like your skin catching
Sparks from a bridge burning,
Like resting scalpel on chest and
Sliding to access the heartful of
Thorns, then changing to tools of
Extraction.
What am I doing here, would be
The last words they'd watch me
Think. Now I remain with the
Question, eyes turned to where I'd
Like to see Heaven holding divine
Wisdom and offering it,
Getting nothing but rain in my eyes
And silence.
All homes are temporary.
The smell of lilac floating down
The street will always take me back
To when that bridge connected one heart
Set on forever to one set on for now.
I run the tips of my fingers across
The scar of scalpel; a map from Death to
Life; lying flatline;
Temporary, temporary rest.
I was never meant to stay, I whisper
Into what I know is coming.
Will this hurt?
Yes.
Good.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
**Sitting under the sky
away from the crowd
This Valentine's day
no music loud
Neither chocolates
Nor dinner cosy
Just aroma of coffee
No fragrance rosy
Talk heartful with
the moon and stars
Showing my heart's
deepest hidden scars
Praying to the God
to help me to heal
To remind my heart
to not to feel**
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
He would always say goodbye
every morning every night
He would always say take care
Brush his fingers through her hair
Months together turned to days
The last week was just a haze
For so long as they could stand
He reached out to hold her hand
They knew he'd leave in a week
So he kissed her on the cheek
Told her softly 'now take care'
Brushed his fingers through her hair
Then with one last heartful sigh
He took a breath and said goodbye
Copyright © Lara B. a.k.a. Lalachan
January 2013
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:55 AM UTC