"heartier" poems
THEY must to keep their certainty accuse
All that are different of a base intent;
Pull down established honour; hawk for news
Whatever their loose fantasy invent
And murmur it with bated breath, as though
The abounding gutter had been Helicon
Or calumny a song. How can they know
Truth flourishes where the student's lamp has shone,
And there alone, that have no Solitude?
So the crowd come they care not what may come.
They have loud music, hope every day renewed
And heartier loves; that lamp is from the tomb.
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A Saucer holds a Cup
In sordid human Life
But in a Squirrel’s estimate
A Saucer hold a Loaf.
A Table of a Tree
Demands the little King
And every Breeze that run along
His Dining Room do swing.
His Cutlery—he keeps
Within his Russer Lips—
To see it flashing when he dines
Do Birmingham eclipse—
Convicted—could we be
Of our Minutiae
The smallest Citizen that flies
Is heartier than we—
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Please forget schoolwork,
for there are heartier things,
such as your forehead craving these
good night lips.
You thoroughly speak of
entwining our limbs,
while I'll dream of seeing
my sleeping beauty,
and a kiss.
Although rhyme does not showcase wit,
I'm still the man that tonight,
you will miss.
Moonlight peers over a crest of visions,
or balances right on the cusp.
With daylight matters so pressing,
I'll press just enough.
Upon the small of your back,
your resonant blessing,
to awaken your dreams
with my morning touch.
Now go to sleep with the help
from countess sheep up above,
and by my word, we'll catch up.
In the early morrow, my love.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
you left flowers on my counter
in a cup.
wildflowers. like daisies,
but with thicker roots
and heartier stems.
beautiful and built to thrive.
you left flowers on my counter,
told me you loved me,
and left me sleepy and hopeful
and standing in the doorway.
you did not stop to check the lock.
i think you are the bravest person
i have ever met.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Maybe that's love
the space that exists between things,
the reason there are gaps
between our fingers.
Between everything.
I'd never been good at using chopsticks.
I'd always drop them trying to grip
something heavy,
something more substantial.
One stick would go left, the other
would go right,
making a mess of everything.
Rice was easy.
But then again, maybe that's how love works.
snapping between the space of things,
Because she could pick them up
and use them, no problem.
It kind of changes your perspective
when you're hungry and can't eat
how you want to eat.
Rice is good, but I wanted something a bit heartier.
Something me and my clumsy
hands could enjoy.
She'd laugh,
chowing down on her noodles,
all tangled and twisted up.
It came naturally to her.
Me, I just couldn't get it.
The more we sat,
the more I craved something
Other than rice.
I craved her heart.
Steady, patient.
I didn't know how to hold her
But one day I'll learn how
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
my shirt barely fits over my stomach
my belly is a bag of granny smith apples
**** and plump
misleading in their sweetness
underneath growing ten-fold each week
all the different fruits for growth
leave me anemic for heartier things
tenderloin heart, blood steak
there's a biting pain on the side of my hip
that feels like what I imagine a dog nipping at your heel
could feel like
and I hear it
the small squeak at the bottom of a storm drain
a miniature kitten trapped in the middle of concrete and hot cement
it hasn't rained in months
and my mouth starts to water imagining
the dehydrated lungs of an animal
that's destiny has been sealed
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
It’s that time of year when
Candy canes appear
Silver tinsel glimmers on trees
Wreaths are hung
It’s that time of year when
Precious ornaments are taken out
Beautiful ribbons tie up packages
It’s that time of year when
Carols are sung
Churches put on their Sunday best
Joy and cheer are felt
Kindness abounds
It’s that time of year when
Smiles are brighter
Laughs heartier
Love is deeper
People care and hug more
It’s that time of year when
Towns and cities decorate
Snow lightly blankets the ground
The world slows down just a bit
It’s that time of year
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 4:11 AM UTC
It’s that time of year when
Candy canes appear
Silver tinsel glimmers on trees
Wreaths are hung on doors
Precious ornaments are taken out
Beautiful ribbons tie presents
Carols are sung
Churches put on their Sunday best
Joy and cheer are felt
Kindness abounds
It’s that time of year when
People remember
Smiles are brighter
Laughs heartier
Love is deeper
People care and hug more
It’s that time of year when
Towns and cities decorate
Snow lightly blankets the ground
The world slows down just a bit
It’s that time of year
It’s special
It’s magical
Believe
Lift up the world
With your own special light
Dec 18, 2022
Dec 18, 2022 at 5:16 AM UTC
It’s that time of year when
Candy canes appear
Silver tinsel glimmers on trees
Wreaths are hung
It’s that time of year when
Precious ornaments are taken out
Beautiful ribbons tie up packages
It’s that time of year when
Carols are sung
Churches put on their Sunday best
Joy and cheer are felt
Kindness abounds
It’s that time of year when
Smiles are brighter
Laughs heartier
Love is deeper
People care and hug more
It’s that time of year when
Towns and cities decorate
Snow lightly blankets the ground
The world slows down just a bit
It’s that time of year
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC