"heartsong" poems - Hello Poetry

My wounds are like a canyon But Your love is like an ocean Filling it up My filth is like a mountain But Your grace is like fresh snow Falling over it My rage is like a fire But Your power is like a hurricane Blowing it away

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Nov 18, 2015

Nov 18, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC

alyssa-underwood

Heartsong

My wounds are like a canyon But Your love is like an ocean Filling it up My filth is like a mountain But Your grace is like fresh snow Falling over it My rage is like a fire But Your power is like a hurricane Blowing it away

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*My fingers itch in so many ways— They wish to touch the stars; They long to play my soul's heartsong, And strive to sketch my scars.*

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May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC

ashley-somebody

Fingers

*My fingers itch in so many ways— They wish to touch the stars; They long to play my soul's heartsong, And strive to sketch my scars.*

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I am a Dreamer. A ***** eater. Leo sun and Pisces moon. A tenacious tongue and a wise fool. A king in the jungle called love. Loud and proud like the thunders above But I lost my lightning. And I am frightened. So when it rains it pours And my senses are heightened. Yet blind as ever Time and time again I find it easier to lose friends. But once love's labour's are lost All humor ends. But we laugh to ourselves saying ***** be gone". While thoughts of love call my mind home. And home is where the heart is So I abide in darkness.

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Oct 3, 2017

Oct 3, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC

thelovesmith

Heartsong

I am a Dreamer. A ***** eater. Leo sun and Pisces moon. A tenacious tongue and a wise fool. A king in the jungle called love. Loud and proud like the thunders above But I lost my lightning. And I am frightened. So when it rains it pours And my senses are heightened. Yet blind as ever Time and time again I find it easier to lose friends. But once love's labour's are lost All humor ends. But we laugh to ourselves saying ***** be gone". While thoughts of love call my mind home. And home is where the heart is So I abide in darkness.

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sitting on the floor barefoot in a baby blue dress perfections dreamscape hewn in lace romance flower of such gentle strength and such sweet grace my life was a blank page waiting to be written waiting for my wanderers heart to be smitten for this wild child dreadlock princess for this gentle soul to sing her heartsong for me tremble no more for all darkness is gone with eachother we are stronger than moonlight with eachother our hearts beat as one my life to you and for you my sweet be my wife be my life

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Sep 10, 2014

Sep 10, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC

mark-john-junor-1

my wife

sitting on the floor barefoot in a baby blue dress perfections dreamscape hewn in lace romance flower of such gentle strength and such sweet grace my life was a blank page waiting to be written waiting for my wanderers heart to be smitten for this wild child dreadlock princess for this gentle soul to sing her heartsong for me tremble no more for all darkness is gone with eachother we are stronger than moonlight with eachother our hearts beat as one my life to you and for you my sweet be my wife be my life

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You are an angel sent from heaven to us You are a gift for which we are grateful and by which we're blessed There is a purpose a plan a place just for you The world had a need and from the beginning God knew The perfect time the perfect family to raise you as their own To look back ta amazing to see how much you've grown From the little baby girl to the young woman you are today For all the missions throughout time and for you I dare to pray That you would know God's providence and provision The Lord provided us with you and now to the world given By your love and your light to you they shall be drawn Hold them close and take them in let them hear your heartsong You are a gift from heaven sent down upon the earth To show every man woman and child what a human life is worth For this and many other reasons I think of you at night And ask the Lord to hold you close and keep you always in his sight.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC

showyoulove

You are a Gift

You are an angel sent from heaven to us You are a gift for which we are grateful and by which we're blessed There is a purpose a plan a place just for you The world had a need and from the beginning God knew The perfect time the perfect family to raise you as their own To look back ta amazing to see how much you've grown From the little baby girl to the young woman you are today For all the missions throughout time and for you I dare to pray That you would know God's providence and provision The Lord provided us with you and now to the world given By your love and your light to you they shall be drawn Hold them close and take them in let them hear your heartsong You are a gift from heaven sent down upon the earth To show every man woman and child what a human life is worth For this and many other reasons I think of you at night And ask the Lord to hold you close and keep you always in his sight.

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phenomenal! vibrant light-helixes of vortexical sound bivolving sorrow-joy cascades into motional peace & silent selfhood surrounded. Threads are coming together I celebrate the infinite beyond I know I do not know, and question-knowing I discern my choice encompassed --- live and know the life inside as what it is and can be; to live and explore unknown chords of heartsong cloudscapes; to be sound, to be consciousness of light; to be light itself and voidness all potential; to be love and to love&be-loved; in a timeless stillness forgotten in its thinking of; to spiral quietly before an ever-emergent soundfulness-- to be deafened with a clarity of hearing! to drown in colors blooming in the dark; to feel the breath of things and taste contentment pure as quartz in spring water, white sage and myrr. grounded in a vastness spilling symmetry this is witnessed by a newly discovered self now swept away with verdant effulgence ---dispersing unity here, bringing light to this Whole Now that is, now... here, is an integral clarity, a clear laying down of that union-- that metaspeech of truth-dwelling seen, a resident teaching echoed in every breeze healing into wholeness giving birth to itself forever: just now noted.

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Jun 18, 2012

Jun 18, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC

vircapio-gale

a shaman heals

phenomenal! vibrant light-helixes of vortexical sound bivolving sorrow-joy cascades into motional peace & silent selfhood surrounded. Threads are coming together I celebrate the infinite beyond I know I do not know, and question-knowing I discern my choice encompassed --- live and know the life inside as what it is and can be; to live and explore unknown chords of heartsong cloudscapes; to be sound, to be consciousness of light; to be light itself and voidness all potential; to be love and to love&be-loved; in a timeless stillness forgotten in its thinking of; to spiral quietly before an ever-emergent soundfulness-- to be deafened with a clarity of hearing! to drown in colors blooming in the dark; to feel the breath of things and taste contentment pure as quartz in spring water, white sage and myrr. grounded in a vastness spilling symmetry this is witnessed by a newly discovered self now swept away with verdant effulgence ---dispersing unity here, bringing light to this Whole Now that is, now... here, is an integral clarity, a clear laying down of that union-- that metaspeech of truth-dwelling seen, a resident teaching echoed in every breeze healing into wholeness giving birth to itself forever: just now noted.

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There’s a holocaust sweeping through my body but i call it love, strap myself to its stake as a sacrifice, relish how its fire dignifies me, how the tongue-like torso of my scent rolls out to taste God. You, with the hot air for hair, you with the sparking skin, feed my flames, you hearteater, the mouths on your cheeks open wide & I enter, as if to join the rest of me; see how all that is left circulating in my veins is your voice; my body, now inanimate, an instrument for your heartsong—hear its cinders sing like cicadas—here is the sequel to your stones thrice striked.

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Dec 26, 2020

Dec 26, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC

pauliddy

Heart(h)

There’s a holocaust sweeping through my body but i call it love, strap myself to its stake as a sacrifice, relish how its fire dignifies me, how the tongue-like torso of my scent rolls out to taste God. You, with the hot air for hair, you with the sparking skin, feed my flames, you hearteater, the mouths on your cheeks open wide & I enter, as if to join the rest of me; see how all that is left circulating in my veins is your voice; my body, now inanimate, an instrument for your heartsong—hear its cinders sing like cicadas—here is the sequel to your stones thrice striked.

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Zara, love of life, Spake in curtled call Allfather, lover of light, To bestow those "ants of the earth" And arch-bound as the sinew of bowstrings Howling as the volley hertz roped Along the celestial violin Pluck souls from their bodies In symphonic prediction Ascende! On the wings of love's Valkyrie-- in her shining eyes will you greet the stars of the Otherworld! ___________________________ Cleaning hide chunks from Buffalo tusks There is a stranger, who knocks upon my door The fire is wide and welcoming, Borea chides the earthenwork Outside, the stranger calls distant through the door. ____________________________________ A last heartsong, The cup overflown with honey A facsimile of symmetry And not distinctly human There was something to love in that, Just the simple inclusion Of all the other animus Being formed in their conclusions And following the arrowpoint Floating by the bolt What losses there to seek Beyond a veiled humanity We strike the fire one last time, She to travel the mountain passes Ashen eyes, holding viscous memories solidified I to gather my quills My thoughts and brush quickly the embers of love. Into flame, carried deep into the hearts of the world and explored in violent disassociate Particles red and hot Then would Zara Spake again, "with his eyes on the earth, will he never see but the stars."

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Feb 6, 2019

Feb 6, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC

TimelessWave

To No New Stars

Zara, love of life, Spake in curtled call Allfather, lover of light, To bestow those "ants of the earth" And arch-bound as the sinew of bowstrings Howling as the volley hertz roped Along the celestial violin Pluck souls from their bodies In symphonic prediction Ascende! On the wings of love's Valkyrie-- in her shining eyes will you greet the stars of the Otherworld! ___________________________ Cleaning hide chunks from Buffalo tusks There is a stranger, who knocks upon my door The fire is wide and welcoming, Borea chides the earthenwork Outside, the stranger calls distant through the door. ____________________________________ A last heartsong, The cup overflown with honey A facsimile of symmetry And not distinctly human There was something to love in that, Just the simple inclusion Of all the other animus Being formed in their conclusions And following the arrowpoint Floating by the bolt What losses there to seek Beyond a veiled humanity We strike the fire one last time, She to travel the mountain passes Ashen eyes, holding viscous memories solidified I to gather my quills My thoughts and brush quickly the embers of love. Into flame, carried deep into the hearts of the world and explored in violent disassociate Particles red and hot Then would Zara Spake again, "with his eyes on the earth, will he never see but the stars."

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Stop your stuttering heart And attempts to explain how this is complicated Let me lap the language from your mouth Until the words become sound There is nothing complicated about a moan Or trying to catch your breath Let me love you primal Let me rewind your dizzy gut So I can love you backwards So we can start at the end And you can see that we both die happy There are no words to explain your presence How I know that at least One of those hits on my poetry page is you Even then You’d need a stethoscope to hear the subtle changes in my heartsong So don’t give me reasons why this won’t work You should know by now That I was born to surprise people I’m an underachiever You can let slide by this time We both know how this ends Let’s get past this and Go straight to the good part Where I turn your doubts into sounds Even a baby can understand Adults coo sometimes Let me be a quiet sigh of relief In order to mask the mumbles Of your fear Let me turn you into a sound A moan A sigh A quiet breath And then Let me love you

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Sep 3, 2011

Sep 3, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC

jon-tobias

Let Me Love You Primal

Stop your stuttering heart And attempts to explain how this is complicated Let me lap the language from your mouth Until the words become sound There is nothing complicated about a moan Or trying to catch your breath Let me love you primal Let me rewind your dizzy gut So I can love you backwards So we can start at the end And you can see that we both die happy There are no words to explain your presence How I know that at least One of those hits on my poetry page is you Even then You’d need a stethoscope to hear the subtle changes in my heartsong So don’t give me reasons why this won’t work You should know by now That I was born to surprise people I’m an underachiever You can let slide by this time We both know how this ends Let’s get past this and Go straight to the good part Where I turn your doubts into sounds Even a baby can understand Adults coo sometimes Let me be a quiet sigh of relief In order to mask the mumbles Of your fear Let me turn you into a sound A moan A sigh A quiet breath And then Let me love you

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Particularly towards a distant echo One I hope may reverberate these bones yet May not be for ages Life's heartsong is thick kudzu vines furry and soft and little creepy tendrils that can break down walls and smother everything in fuzzy warm green love That's what the left paw is holding in palm Courage-bound For happy comes in three - two to love and one two challenge that fever with rampant fire Words to start a cross-world touch Face like furry red flame and I'm sure you aren't cold Take me by surprise and I'll feed you to my sunrise Love

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC

blessedbylight

Try, force

Particularly towards a distant echo One I hope may reverberate these bones yet May not be for ages Life's heartsong is thick kudzu vines furry and soft and little creepy tendrils that can break down walls and smother everything in fuzzy warm green love That's what the left paw is holding in palm Courage-bound For happy comes in three - two to love and one two challenge that fever with rampant fire Words to start a cross-world touch Face like furry red flame and I'm sure you aren't cold Take me by surprise and I'll feed you to my sunrise Love

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Lips like fire,  She scorches the town,  Leaving Ashen faces as signs of her affection. Words like water,  steaming the lines of reality into  Smudged intentions. Spine in flex formation,  She flips into memories,   Avoiding snags. Her brain in carefully curled spirals, Dyed the intelligence that she deems fit. She plasters their words over the fragile   Threads that make her fly. She buries herself in reflections,  Willing away anything unseemly mortal. Eyes like the plague,  Infecting those who look too close. Hands like claws,   Engraving pleasure scars across  Your form. Breathing in security from diluted sources,  Traced with innocence and lust. She grows addicted. She looks in curiosity,   She hears the auto-tuned heartsong,  She smells with weakening heart,   She feels the onset of withdrawal, She Bites

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC

Nicolette-Avery

The Tale of Too Many Girls

Lips like fire,  She scorches the town,  Leaving Ashen faces as signs of her affection. Words like water,  steaming the lines of reality into  Smudged intentions. Spine in flex formation,  She flips into memories,   Avoiding snags. Her brain in carefully curled spirals, Dyed the intelligence that she deems fit. She plasters their words over the fragile   Threads that make her fly. She buries herself in reflections,  Willing away anything unseemly mortal. Eyes like the plague,  Infecting those who look too close. Hands like claws,   Engraving pleasure scars across  Your form. Breathing in security from diluted sources,  Traced with innocence and lust. She grows addicted. She looks in curiosity,   She hears the auto-tuned heartsong,  She smells with weakening heart,   She feels the onset of withdrawal, She Bites

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The word was out around the street Tonight, behind Giannis bar There would be really something special From the bluesman and his guitar For locals not for punters Just for those upon the street You'd better bring a lawn chair If you wanted a good seat The word spread fast and no one Would miss this once they heard New works from the bluesman You had to take in every word The bluesman was a legend In this flawed, dark part of town He only played back in the alley That was where his show went down At precisely eleven seventeen The bluesman took his place Upon his beat up orange crate In his same familiar space It was just like a cathedral Underneath the golden moon Quiet and forboding As he started his first tune The alley was the bluesmans church As he sang to the street people But this church had no walls or pews No bells, it had no steeple The bluesman sang of love and loss Of dragons, ships and gin He sang of Shubert, Bach and Liszt He sang of constant sin He looked but he saw no one He was zoning, all alone He sang songs of faith and hunger Time to give the dog a bone He played and drank his med-cin For sometimes he got dry The bluesman had the crowd entrapped Beneath the shining moonlit sky He talked of how his smoking Through the years gave him his sound It only took me fifty years I'm surprised I'm still around He sang of love and window panes Of jealousy and trust Of walruses and potholes Of people turned to dust As people sat in wonder Of this prophet in disguise You could see a certain twinkle Deep in the bluesmans eyes Gianni, stood off to the side Timekeeper of the show He signalled to the bluesman One more and we must go He had to close the restaurant Turn the lights off in the back So the bluesman took another sip And grabbed a song from his minds pack He finished up with something Singing songs for all who came He made them feel it was their heartsong Although he never said a name He sang of waitresses and barkeeps Pawn brokers and of guests of family and train tracks of watchers and of quests He finished up and packed away His crate and his guitar And he collected appreciation In a two quart mason jar The crowd left thirty dollars almost ninety cents a seat A fortune to the bluesman And the folks here on the street

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Apr 1, 2014

Apr 1, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC

roger-turner

The Bluesman cometh

The word was out around the street Tonight, behind Giannis bar There would be really something special From the bluesman and his guitar For locals not for punters Just for those upon the street You'd better bring a lawn chair If you wanted a good seat The word spread fast and no one Would miss this once they heard New works from the bluesman You had to take in every word The bluesman was a legend In this flawed, dark part of town He only played back in the alley That was where his show went down At precisely eleven seventeen The bluesman took his place Upon his beat up orange crate In his same familiar space It was just like a cathedral Underneath the golden moon Quiet and forboding As he started his first tune The alley was the bluesmans church As he sang to the street people But this church had no walls or pews No bells, it had no steeple The bluesman sang of love and loss Of dragons, ships and gin He sang of Shubert, Bach and Liszt He sang of constant sin He looked but he saw no one He was zoning, all alone He sang songs of faith and hunger Time to give the dog a bone He played and drank his med-cin For sometimes he got dry The bluesman had the crowd entrapped Beneath the shining moonlit sky He talked of how his smoking Through the years gave him his sound It only took me fifty years I'm surprised I'm still around He sang of love and window panes Of jealousy and trust Of walruses and potholes Of people turned to dust As people sat in wonder Of this prophet in disguise You could see a certain twinkle Deep in the bluesmans eyes Gianni, stood off to the side Timekeeper of the show He signalled to the bluesman One more and we must go He had to close the restaurant Turn the lights off in the back So the bluesman took another sip And grabbed a song from his minds pack He finished up with something Singing songs for all who came He made them feel it was their heartsong Although he never said a name He sang of waitresses and barkeeps Pawn brokers and of guests of family and train tracks of watchers and of quests He finished up and packed away His crate and his guitar And he collected appreciation In a two quart mason jar The crowd left thirty dollars almost ninety cents a seat A fortune to the bluesman And the folks here on the street

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( My daughter sleeps, And my heart sings her a song... ) There will never be another you. I may meet a girl And make her my wife, But no matter what You're the love of my life. No matter where you go, You'll never be alone, 'Cause long as I live My heart is your home. You are my happiness, Your laugh ignites me, If my soul forgets, Your smile reminds me. And no matter what you do, I'll always be proud of you. The song of my spirit, The story in my heart, Your birth was my beginning, Your love was the start. I will never leave you. I will never let you go. And when I am gone, My heart will beat on Inside of your soul, Where love sings its song.

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Sep 11, 2013

Sep 11, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC

j-drake

Heartsong

( My daughter sleeps, And my heart sings her a song... ) There will never be another you. I may meet a girl And make her my wife, But no matter what You're the love of my life. No matter where you go, You'll never be alone, 'Cause long as I live My heart is your home. You are my happiness, Your laugh ignites me, If my soul forgets, Your smile reminds me. And no matter what you do, I'll always be proud of you. The song of my spirit, The story in my heart, Your birth was my beginning, Your love was the start. I will never leave you. I will never let you go. And when I am gone, My heart will beat on Inside of your soul, Where love sings its song.

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bunny rabbits i don't feel like falling , i feel like reverse engineering the biometric coding in bodies , tip top leave the mess can we please just distill this essence and let it brew for a while i don't wanna touch it. but my impatient mind does you no justice , pardon if you thought you found solace in hearts of strangers because , no one is a stranger. just friends in the making , and my gosh , i hope you are taking notes. because , what exchange - one can make with people from places that have never graced even the dust on my purple lipstick lips ...are worth more than pearls and rubies ...man .... hear me , if you would - because i prefer to whisper so maybe i won't be misunderstood i feel you. and that's how i define elusive love - if i can feel your heartsong reverberate then i know it's some form of love nothing more nothing less, there are many creatures on this planet.

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 6:48 AM UTC

Fah

won't you tarry a while

bunny rabbits i don't feel like falling , i feel like reverse engineering the biometric coding in bodies , tip top leave the mess can we please just distill this essence and let it brew for a while i don't wanna touch it. but my impatient mind does you no justice , pardon if you thought you found solace in hearts of strangers because , no one is a stranger. just friends in the making , and my gosh , i hope you are taking notes. because , what exchange - one can make with people from places that have never graced even the dust on my purple lipstick lips ...are worth more than pearls and rubies ...man .... hear me , if you would - because i prefer to whisper so maybe i won't be misunderstood i feel you. and that's how i define elusive love - if i can feel your heartsong reverberate then i know it's some form of love nothing more nothing less, there are many creatures on this planet.

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Apr 22, 2016

Apr 22, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC

I thought once that I could be a light in the dark, a fixed point from which you could navigate, the reminder and protector of all love and life that you have become so adept at denying to yourself. I had hoped, that by the power of my love, I could retrace your footsteps in the desert sands, find the source of that secret fire, and lead you back to where you began. That was my hope, my wish, to be the Prometheus, the exiled light-bringer...that was the myth I clothed myself in, the facet of self I allowed in. But it was only a partial identity, a partial self allowed to live, with the rest of my soul symbolically strangled, cast off like a ***** coat, and that....that is what invited fragmentation. I can bring light to someone no more than can a broken mirror, or a moon covered with cloud. It is the disparity between the dream and the reality, between the loves and the betrayals, that prevents me from retracing any path but my own. I can't reach out to you across this ocean because I don't know how, because I made myself forget who I was in the beginning, before I was so overcome that I exiled myself. It was I who silenced my own heartsong, I who am afraid to live and love without restraint. I yearn to be these things for you, and every other I have ever loved (or thought I loved), because it is exactly that which I yearned for they to be to me. I am the one in need of light, I am the one lost at sea, I am the one wandering the desert in search of the God I abandoned so long ago, I am the one trying to return home. And it was unfair, horribly unfair, for me to make every woman who loved me into something that they were not, and may not, have wanted to be.

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC

jon-daniel-shierling

I've Got To Explain Something Properly

I thought once that I could be a light in the dark, a fixed point from which you could navigate, the reminder and protector of all love and life that you have become so adept at denying to yourself. I had hoped, that by the power of my love, I could retrace your footsteps in the desert sands, find the source of that secret fire, and lead you back to where you began. That was my hope, my wish, to be the Prometheus, the exiled light-bringer...that was the myth I clothed myself in, the facet of self I allowed in. But it was only a partial identity, a partial self allowed to live, with the rest of my soul symbolically strangled, cast off like a ***** coat, and that....that is what invited fragmentation. I can bring light to someone no more than can a broken mirror, or a moon covered with cloud. It is the disparity between the dream and the reality, between the loves and the betrayals, that prevents me from retracing any path but my own. I can't reach out to you across this ocean because I don't know how, because I made myself forget who I was in the beginning, before I was so overcome that I exiled myself. It was I who silenced my own heartsong, I who am afraid to live and love without restraint. I yearn to be these things for you, and every other I have ever loved (or thought I loved), because it is exactly that which I yearned for they to be to me. I am the one in need of light, I am the one lost at sea, I am the one wandering the desert in search of the God I abandoned so long ago, I am the one trying to return home. And it was unfair, horribly unfair, for me to make every woman who loved me into something that they were not, and may not, have wanted to be.

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The rich grass of Scotland is where I start my tale, Upon a chance encounter of unforseeable importance. It began as an offhand remark, Of the two girls it was the boldness of one extremely shy, 'This sounds interesting' mumbled the mysterious stranger, 'Tis, fair maiden. And what be your name?' was the confident reply. Delicate as a passing breeze she uttered, Tess, A name beffitting such a gentle lass, So fortuitous a meeting! I exclaimed to my friends, For a chance like this I could not allow to pass. The morning's sun steadily beamed down, Whilst jet black hair flashed in the light. Rays honoured to touch so pure a soul, To kiss her lips my only goal. As the enchantress weaved her spell, Time languidly ticked by yet possessed a terrible swiftness. The mornings bright illumination turned to mid-day haze, The threads of past memories interlaced, And with freckled face and a gaze that could sear, Her form bestowed with elegant grace, Such breathtaking beauty I had never glanced upon before. Images of entertwined hands and passionate embraces, whirled gayely in my thoughts. With perception attuned to the highest degree, All masks strewn asunder upon such potent a force. Truth dripped from unguarded lips, And an eerie, unfathomable ease crept over, Past and present merging under sturdy oak. Speed, precision and slight of hand, A heart forever touched. As pulses raced and breathe quickened, I Stammered; thinking quickly before I lose my nerve! Whispering 'may I kiss you?', Agonisingly slowly, a smile danced along her speckled cheeks, And without a word her eyes replied, a simple yes. Transfixed they paused; nose to nose, heart to heart, Hanging the unspoken words of romance and lust, A mirror of compassion, understanding and trust, And so it was, right from the start.

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Jun 30, 2015

Jun 30, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC

laura-williams

Heartsong

The rich grass of Scotland is where I start my tale, Upon a chance encounter of unforseeable importance. It began as an offhand remark, Of the two girls it was the boldness of one extremely shy, 'This sounds interesting' mumbled the mysterious stranger, 'Tis, fair maiden. And what be your name?' was the confident reply. Delicate as a passing breeze she uttered, Tess, A name beffitting such a gentle lass, So fortuitous a meeting! I exclaimed to my friends, For a chance like this I could not allow to pass. The morning's sun steadily beamed down, Whilst jet black hair flashed in the light. Rays honoured to touch so pure a soul, To kiss her lips my only goal. As the enchantress weaved her spell, Time languidly ticked by yet possessed a terrible swiftness. The mornings bright illumination turned to mid-day haze, The threads of past memories interlaced, And with freckled face and a gaze that could sear, Her form bestowed with elegant grace, Such breathtaking beauty I had never glanced upon before. Images of entertwined hands and passionate embraces, whirled gayely in my thoughts. With perception attuned to the highest degree, All masks strewn asunder upon such potent a force. Truth dripped from unguarded lips, And an eerie, unfathomable ease crept over, Past and present merging under sturdy oak. Speed, precision and slight of hand, A heart forever touched. As pulses raced and breathe quickened, I Stammered; thinking quickly before I lose my nerve! Whispering 'may I kiss you?', Agonisingly slowly, a smile danced along her speckled cheeks, And without a word her eyes replied, a simple yes. Transfixed they paused; nose to nose, heart to heart, Hanging the unspoken words of romance and lust, A mirror of compassion, understanding and trust, And so it was, right from the start.

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For Mum From the warm chambers of a mother's heart, a melody beckons new life to start. A mellifluous miracle. This is nature's cue to paint life's shades with warmer hues. A harmony resonates that only she can hear; a poignant reminder that hope is near. Her heart's song binds the maternal bond, and seals its protection from that moment on. She gave me wings to pursue life's flight; Settled my mind lest it woke me at night; Warmed my heart through woe's bitter glare; Restored life's colour through her devotion and care; Indulged me with all that I could ever need; Supplied me with the pabulum to go forth and succeed. Her benevolence and kindness, her ardour and strength are treasured qualities that perfectly represent her role as a mother, my idol and friend; a beloved inspiration from now 'till the end. Like a resplendent array of stars above, we glow together in light and love. The quintessence of strong; we thrive as one, drifting in harmony to the beat of her song. Never to be parted by life's cruel schisms; we're written into the chords of her heart's pure rhythm. From the first harmonic beat to lullabies in the nursery, her rhapsodic care has prepared me for this journey. and compelled me to write about her in my poetry. Her music evokes memories that shall never fade; All is protected by the bond that was made.

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Aug 7, 2015

Aug 7, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC

SianDurham

Heartsong

For Mum From the warm chambers of a mother's heart, a melody beckons new life to start. A mellifluous miracle. This is nature's cue to paint life's shades with warmer hues. A harmony resonates that only she can hear; a poignant reminder that hope is near. Her heart's song binds the maternal bond, and seals its protection from that moment on. She gave me wings to pursue life's flight; Settled my mind lest it woke me at night; Warmed my heart through woe's bitter glare; Restored life's colour through her devotion and care; Indulged me with all that I could ever need; Supplied me with the pabulum to go forth and succeed. Her benevolence and kindness, her ardour and strength are treasured qualities that perfectly represent her role as a mother, my idol and friend; a beloved inspiration from now 'till the end. Like a resplendent array of stars above, we glow together in light and love. The quintessence of strong; we thrive as one, drifting in harmony to the beat of her song. Never to be parted by life's cruel schisms; we're written into the chords of her heart's pure rhythm. From the first harmonic beat to lullabies in the nursery, her rhapsodic care has prepared me for this journey. and compelled me to write about her in my poetry. Her music evokes memories that shall never fade; All is protected by the bond that was made.

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I strain to hear your heart across the broken miles for even when apart my mind conjures up your smiles I strain to let you know Your voice is what I hear in silence and in shadows I always have you near I strain to send my love into the ether and the mist So when you turn around and see a sunbeam that has kissed the puffy clouds up in the sky it's really me you see I strain to give you all my love For All Eternity

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Mar 18, 2012

Mar 18, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC

deedeek

Heartsong

I strain to hear your heart across the broken miles for even when apart my mind conjures up your smiles I strain to let you know Your voice is what I hear in silence and in shadows I always have you near I strain to send my love into the ether and the mist So when you turn around and see a sunbeam that has kissed the puffy clouds up in the sky it's really me you see I strain to give you all my love For All Eternity

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have you seen his eyes? or did the maggots get them first when his skull sunk into dirt- did the roots latch on and pull? or did his body choose to dive deep and anchor at earth’s feet- was he wearing a crown? or was his head scalped and dry leaving no room for pride- did they celebrate when his body was found? everyone blames the one who seeks the skies but forget they were born belowdecks- I love to see children in session. their lives are in harmonic transfantasia until a conductor calls upon them for duty- did you see which trains they boarded? for they left in a rush and may never remember their heartsong- did anyone catch the conductors name? a traveler near to a tender soul can meld it to his very own- will they remember home? when the aromas return on a springs breeze a new nose will turn away- it won’t be long. a foots journey will return back where it belongs. -for their dreams are drowned out by the whistle, their hearts meander upon riches, and their skulls blow away as what was good is enjoyed by maggots and dirt-

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Apr 27, 2021

Apr 27, 2021 at 12:25 AM UTC

we-are-stories

-hindsight-

have you seen his eyes? or did the maggots get them first when his skull sunk into dirt- did the roots latch on and pull? or did his body choose to dive deep and anchor at earth’s feet- was he wearing a crown? or was his head scalped and dry leaving no room for pride- did they celebrate when his body was found? everyone blames the one who seeks the skies but forget they were born belowdecks- I love to see children in session. their lives are in harmonic transfantasia until a conductor calls upon them for duty- did you see which trains they boarded? for they left in a rush and may never remember their heartsong- did anyone catch the conductors name? a traveler near to a tender soul can meld it to his very own- will they remember home? when the aromas return on a springs breeze a new nose will turn away- it won’t be long. a foots journey will return back where it belongs. -for their dreams are drowned out by the whistle, their hearts meander upon riches, and their skulls blow away as what was good is enjoyed by maggots and dirt-

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Being a poet, Is not something, I say, Being a poet, Is not something, Something you turn off and on, It is the melody of your heartsong. I got friends that say to me, “I write poetry,” But the problem is, Their truth ain’t reality. In trying to rhyme, Their words all die, **** them, Let the real poets rage. Rage, Rage against that night, Where the horrors of life hold tight, As the ****** walk home, In the burgeoning light. And the knolls of the city, Hide the bums in respite. That’s poetry.

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Apr 3, 2013

Apr 3, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC

infidelnc

Being a Poet

Being a poet, Is not something, I say, Being a poet, Is not something, Something you turn off and on, It is the melody of your heartsong. I got friends that say to me, “I write poetry,” But the problem is, Their truth ain’t reality. In trying to rhyme, Their words all die, **** them, Let the real poets rage. Rage, Rage against that night, Where the horrors of life hold tight, As the ****** walk home, In the burgeoning light. And the knolls of the city, Hide the bums in respite. That’s poetry.

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I stand on storm-swept sands Lashed by turbulent waves. Salty surging choristers Reach a crescendo. I wait on the shore for my solo, Throat open, heart ablaze, Facing the waves. I’m not looking for applause I just want to sing. I offer my heartsong To the sirens of the deep.

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Mar 20, 2014

Mar 20, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC

AmandaIS

Ocean Opus

I stand on storm-swept sands Lashed by turbulent waves. Salty surging choristers Reach a crescendo. I wait on the shore for my solo, Throat open, heart ablaze, Facing the waves. I’m not looking for applause I just want to sing. I offer my heartsong To the sirens of the deep.

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stand me up dust me off wind my key and set me off i am your clockwork heart and i will beat for you when your not strong pay an extra ten dollars and i will play this song.... (insert song name here)

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Jun 12, 2014

Jun 12, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC

betterdays

heartsong

stand me up dust me off wind my key and set me off i am your clockwork heart and i will beat for you when your not strong pay an extra ten dollars and i will play this song.... (insert song name here)

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In my arms, can this be the day? No more waiting, no more delay For months we've waited, seemed so long Yearning to hold my soul's heartsong Now playing at a grand forte Our smiles beam with brightest ray In this moment, no sky of gray Holding me, where you belong In my arms Silent starburst of love's display Emotions roar like waves at play Feel my chest, heart beating strong Oh time stand still, this touch prolong All I want is for you to stay In my arms

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May 22, 2019

May 22, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC

ameri-mav

Euphoria

In my arms, can this be the day? No more waiting, no more delay For months we've waited, seemed so long Yearning to hold my soul's heartsong Now playing at a grand forte Our smiles beam with brightest ray In this moment, no sky of gray Holding me, where you belong In my arms Silent starburst of love's display Emotions roar like waves at play Feel my chest, heart beating strong Oh time stand still, this touch prolong All I want is for you to stay In my arms

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