"heartthrob" poems
Minsan naiisip ko
Pano mo nga ba nabihag ang puso ko
Oo ako nga iyon
Ang nilalaman ng puso mo ngayon
Ewan ko kung bakit
Ewan ko kung bakit tayo'y pilit na pinaglalapit
Tas eto ako ngayon nahulog na
Nahulog na sa taong halos lahat ng ay humahanga
Oo ikaw nga yon,Minsan naiisip ko
Pano mo nga ba nabihag ang puso ko
Oo ako nga iyon
Ang nilalaman ng puso mo ngayon
Ewan ko kung bakit
Ewan ko kung bakit tayo'y pilit na pinaglalapit
Tas eto ako ngayon nahulog na
Nahulog na sa taong halos lahat ng ay humahanga
Oo ikaw nga yon,
Ikaw na ikaw, heartthrob ngayon
Mga babae sayo ay nagaabang
Pero kahit wala akong gusto sayo, ako parin ang lumamang
Noon, nirereto kita sa iba
Sa kanya, para kayo ay magkakilala
Naalala ko ang fc ko non
Pero angyare ngayon?
Oo unexpected talaga
Bat nga ba tayo ang itinadhana
Sana eto na nga ang huli,
ayoko na ng susunod pa muli
Noon, pagkakakilala ko sayo ay pafall, paasa
Pero nung lubusan kitang nakilala, hindi pala
Sadyang mapaglaro talaga ang tadhana
Di natin inaasahan tayo din pala
Bago palang, dami ng nangyari
Nakagawa ng mga pangyayaring tama at mali
Ayoko na maulit ang mga nangyari noon
Mga nangyari noon na gusto ko ng itapon
Ang swerte ko kasi ako napili mo
Kahit nung simula, wala akong gusto sayo
Pero ngayon nahulog na ko
Hays, nahulog sa taong madaming nagkakagusto
Ikaw, ikaw na kaya?
Ikaw na kaya ang "Right One" ko?
Ako, ako na kaya?
Ako na kaya ang "Lucky Girl" sa buong mundo?
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Living this life is unpredictable until the end;
conclusions of the statement are only made from opinionated experiences.
At the dawn of birth, there is "choice"
and "choices", are for better or worse.
There is an expression that goes,
"everything is likely fifty-fifty in choosing",
consequently believe it to be true.
Humanity exemplifies a just way of living,
in an understanding that people make
poor decisions due to the life they may
have been brought up in, however,
this life is full of petty mistakes as we know it,
some unfortunate souls are born into a dysfunctional
or broken family and others of a different situation i.e.(poverty).
This could cause unjust mannerisms
that occur in the daily lives we so often face.
These situations very freely throw more
than the average curve ball growing up.
Sadly, I ask that we feel sorrow
for the majority of individuals
with an intention that in reading this;
it would justify some clarity in my eyes through yours.
With clarity, let there be a world in heartthrob,
which could potentially change mankind towards purity.
A very specific conclusion led me to this;
When a man struggles at his own destiny
because of his nature vs. nurture,
his good along with his bad leak like a salivating sieve.
However, his “good” shows his mentality
and lust for life, yet his “bad”,
shows his incompetence relating to
a moral dignity for the greater good of living (if unfortunate).
As this revelation evolves,
humanistic mannerisms slowly slip away
in a young society and fade from
the common core values we once knew from our elders.
Surrounded by an ideological critical society,
a fear trembles for our youth has no future
in a sense for they may be too deaf
to hear their state of “consciousness”,
to the extent of being blind to see their own “actions”.
"The unknown spectator of our world;
is the light beyond the dark,"
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Shimmering sudden sanctioning
Surfaces right in front of me
Twisting tomorrow’s tongue-tied testimony
Leaving my heart soaked in surrender
Colossal comb tethering in the hair of my offender
I wallowed in things to come while my whole life was spinning undone
Soothe thyself day to day so I won’t fade away
Internal clock knocks on my heartthrob
I am slipping into each moment
Oh I won’t hold it
I let go and slowly slip, swallowing every drip
This is just the tip of all there is
Reawaken each moment in this
Love lapses through me and I collapse into infinity
Struck by my own understanding
Preparing for divinity’s landing
I fall for it again and again
My dreams melting madness motion me onward
Tangible tussles through thick throats turning toward tomorrow
Sorrow leaks and seeps into the eyes of the blind
While they wait in their own mind
Suckling savage frolics as mankind slips into grayness
And blue lips use so much to say so little
Breaking our fiddle over our knees
Longing for hope hitched pleads
As our craze bleeds onto eternity, spun up into me
Creeping carefully so as not to spill this drill yet again
Letting it crack through the incomplete
Flushes back into the see
Finally, once again we arrive and float away with the breeze
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 2:10 PM UTC
to the girl across the world with
the prettiest green eyes i've seen:
o, radiant-eyed
girl with hair i imagine
to be as soft as
the hair on a butterfly's tummy
young delicate heartthrob,
limitless flower under silver wing
o, emerald rainbow
you are the horizon
sit next to me
i will kneel before you
and be blindfolded
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 9:31 AM UTC
Beep!
Green eyes shimmering across the lake
spark fires in the marshmallow girls.
"Can you put extra cream in this?"
Beep!
Peppermint air so warm,
but the snow can't melt away.
"He seems colder today."
Beep!
The wetlands are drying,
exposing more clay each day.
"We lost him."
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
You told me that your arm was numb and swelled
broken out from the stress of life.
You saw this as a punishment from life's misfortune.
I saw it as an opportunity to hold your hand
and tell you it's going to be ok.
You told me that your lips puffed up and hurt
like heartthrob.
You saw it as disappointment, as you couldn't wear your lipstick.
I saw it as luck:
The perfect moment to kiss you and make it better
without having the red color smeared all over my neck.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:02 AM UTC
Love letter to Rome:You have always been,and always will be my favorite city. Grand and magnificent like you,somehow you like me back.So many people have been desperately trying to approach you but I know they have failed.I selfishly know that I am the one for you even though you have thousands of mistresses who would like to throw their coins away in Fontana di Trevi and wait for hours to get into Vatican city.But I,standing in front of you can say that I am the luckiest,because I feel you through touches,winds,cobblestone roads,the roads to your past,and the people you nurtured.Like you,they took me in generously,they reach out,they communicate with me and embrace me.Rome,you may be everyone's heartthrob,you may be compared with thousands of glamorous cities,but don't forget I am the one who's always here praising you and adoring you for eternity.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Silent heartbreak
I never revealed my true heartthrob
And now you'll never know all your beautiful pieces
Like the way you look from a distance
Or how easily your eyes give you away
Or your laugh for instance-
An explosion of color in a room painted grey-
All things kept secret
Words forbidden the taste of air
she'll never see them
Buried deep under skin
But I've witnessed a world of you
Remaining -and to remain-
Unspoken
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Crowd begins to rustle
Lights begin to dim
Performers begin to sweat
The curtain fades
The noise of the audience fade
The first act music-student's courage fades
He focuses on the notation sheet
Stage lights focus on him
Spectators focus on the teenager
He plays the first downbow note
The crowd listens to him
Lights shine, never faltering
-
Multitude begins to grow impatient
Lasers begin to blink on
Pop stars begin to nod at each other
The darkness on the stage fades
Distraction fades from the crowd
Sweat on the band's hands fade
She focuses on the expanse of people
Yellow lights focus on all of them
The sea of people focus on the song
Bassist plays the intro
Die-hard fans listen to the heartthrob
Strobe lights shine, excitement escalates
-
Big finale performed by the orchestra
People shiver in their seats
Wood stage vibrates
The curtains are drawn
Listeners sated, their scores are a draw
Philharmonic members draw smiles
Assembly gives a standing ovation
Each student gives a triumphant bow
Curtains give way
Backstage, the people laugh
Stage director laughs from relief
Congregation laughs from witty student's last remark
-
Last verse of fulfilling song performed by band
Top section shivers from air conditioner
Big speakers vibrate on last note
Projector screens are drawn
Crowds draw their phones for selfies
Drummer draws his experience on notebook
Spectators give shouts of, "Encore!"
Band members give their farewell
Coliseum gives back lights
Pianist laughs recalling his slip
Volunteers laugh from crowd's reaction
Fans laugh at guitarist signing for them
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
I watch in a daze as he wets his lips
whets his lips on stones.
ones that pin me down
and cause sinking feelings in my gut.
--those acrid acrylic licks
painting stains on skin
immune to detergent
‘cause I’m threadbare
and he works his way through
the lesions in my sweaters
and he knows I like to wear things out
shabby little happenings
inside a purple room
that he burst into like a lightning bolt
“Heartthrob” on a Honda 75 CB
and I’m not naive enough for love, no
sir, check that coat at the door
but there’s some supreme
cinematic fascination
inherent in his walk and talk
and I want to encapsulate what he is
and forget what he is not.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Leong's watching TikTok on her laptop (as always) and she asks Lisa (a NYC girl) “Are you familiar with the the “downtown girl” aesthetic?”
Lisa’s dismissive, “Yeah, it just looks like Urban Outfitters grunge to me.”
Leong explains, “It includes headphones and it’s supposed to be a Lower Manhattan style.”
“Yeah,” Lisa snorts, “Because Greenwich Village and the Lower East Side are SO cohesive.”
Lisa considers herself an Uptown girl (like the song) even though 59th Street, where she lives, is the border between Uptown and Midtown Manhattan. I’m learning that these distinctions are culturally key to New Yorkers.
“And,” Lisa adds, “why would someone wear, and lug around, giant, clunky headphones when you can use AirPods??”
“Amen sister.” I proclaim and even Leong nods in agreement.
“Later, Sunny, Leong and I are on a study break, eating salads and talking about who we hope Yale invites to the next “Spring Fling” concert. We aren’t being realistic; we’re covering who we wish would come. I’d named Charlie Puth, “Kat-Tun!” Leong squealed (A Japanese boy band - apparently Chinese girls LOVE their boybands) and Sunny countered with Ed Sheeran.
“I don’t like Ed Sheeran,” I mumbled, making a yuck-face.
“Why no Ed?” Sunny gasps with shock (She’s a big Ed fangirl).
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “he’s a star by all measurable metrics,” I admit, “but,” I fade out.
“You want my theory on Ed hate?” Sunny offered, “He’s beyond talented vocally - whoever your favorite artist is, Ed’s probably not that far behind. He’s a stellar song writer and he’s making hit after hit; do you want my theory?”
“Too basic, too popular?” I guess.
“No, he’s not appealing to the gaze,” Sunny states.
“The gays?” Leong questions, stepping back into the conversation.
“No,” Sunny corrects, “the gaze - G-A-Z-E, he doesn’t try to look pretty all the time.”
“Ha!” I snort, “Gaze, I thought you meant gays too,” as Leong and I chuckle together.
“No,” Sunny laughs, “nothing like THAT. Ed’s just not trying to be a heartthrob, he knows that’s not his core strong point - and that’s why he’s discounted.”
“Like lesbians don’t comb their hair or wear makeup and wear pajamas to class” Leong observes, “they don’t want to attract the male gaze?”
“No, we’re not imbued by the male gaze.” Sunny states, “Ed just wants to lowkey.”
Dec 14, 2022
Dec 14, 2022 at 10:51 AM UTC
Created from his ribs a women she's called
Nature rests in her powering to birth a life
Assorted roles she plays in life's wheel
You call her daughter mother sister or wife
Appears she in numberless faces and forms
She shape shifts in deities and humans alike
Recollecting are you ? Yes ! Women she's called
She can break you or make you with just a strike
She's the yin while your the yang
Venus she rules femininity her robe
She's not weak but calm
You may be the worlds , but she's every man's heartthrob !
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
It is a heartthrob’s way
To say
“I’d rather have noone than to not have you”
When really
The truth is
That unless the other person
Wants you too
Then you're just spending time
On a beach by yourself
Watching the waves crash on by
Never surfing yourself
What is life?
If not lived
While you still have your health?
It is a heartthrob’s way
So I say
Nothing else
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
You spare me a minute.
Some words,
Casual sentiment with hooks.
XXX's marking my demise —
Buried in self-pity and hope.
Who believes those sappy love flicks?
Heartthrob, tragedy and love saves the day!
Beginning, middle, end.
Counterfeit.
Never.
Seen.
It.
Happen.
Love bleeds,
Dying on the vine.
In truth, there are no happy endings.
Just endings.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:32 AM UTC
I went out with a new guy tonight
A business major and heartthrob
He even held the door open for me, and brought some peonies
All of the girls approve, a little too much
Playfully asking if he has any similar friends
But in my head,
I think of how he talked too much
And how I could never picture him kissing the nape of my neck like you do
And how that indian food we ate, wasn't the most kick-ass aphrodisiac, either
He is amazing
And it's really not about the food, or his perfectly pressed button-down shirt
it's about you
it's just my heart and brain are classically conditioned
to despise and discourage anyone but you in some ***** white t-shirt
your dark hair a thick mess, scruffy faced
standing at the foot of your bed, smiling at me
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
I was given a new heart tonight
trying something new
I've had so many hearts in one life
I'm hoping this next one will do
I was born with a heart of crystal
so innocent, so pure
until one day it slipped and fell
and shattered upon the floor
So I was given a heart of plastic
one that wouldn't break
but I met that adolescent heartthrob
who's fire melted my heart away
After heartache's call came my heart of granite
it's fireproof after all
until it chipped and cracked and started to split
when adult life came to call
I bought myself a heart of diamonds
so sharp, so strong
was gonna cut my way through this life
but I cut till all was nigh gone
Depression brought me a gift, a heart of stone
heavy and cold, it felt fake
I kicked that heart while I walked along
until I ran into a lake
I skipped my heart across the lake, but I should'a known
your love ran too wide
and your touch ran too deep to skip this stone
And now that is why
I was given a new heart tonight
I'm hoping this one will do
Its soft and comfortable and feels alright
Because it was given by you
Sep 2, 2011
Sep 2, 2011 at 10:39 PM UTC
Somewhere beyond the veil, far from the claws of civility,
Past the grey building that echos hostility,
Lies a humble hearth that would save my sanity,
touched by the goddess Hestia’s divinity.
Oh! Look-emerging from the lemon orchards is my lover,
Who runs to bring me a four leaf clover.
His golden touch makes me shiver;
I swear you could see his eyes shimmer.
You could taste the saline breeze,
That sprints from the languid sea;
the waves thrash in a symphony-
My brush drips with aquamarine.
You can smell the warm honeyed sky,
Curling from the fresh baked pies,
Or from the midnight hyacinths that cry ,
That my golden one helped reach the sky.
Those delicate fingers pluck the stings of the lyre,
Resonating a rhapsody the gods admire,
That fills my heart with desire,
As I look dumbstruck ,this heartthrob I’ve acquired.
You say,“when you know you know”,
And I think I will finally grow’
With my arms linked with my beau’
As we cocoon under the weeping willow.
But my ears rings with screams,
As I realise it was all a dream;
My sheets wet from the streams-
Was it all just my mind’s scheme?
My world now is once again grey.
I don’t know how will I go about my day;
My hands have no-one left to sway,
For I am as lonely as they say.
You tell me, that memory I should not save,
But my heart is not that brave.
For after all, I am my grief’s slave-
You know each day I wish I were in my grave.
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
At the top of the pile,
*** Drugs, Parties and Pampering.
At the bottom of the heap,
Disease, Prison, Debauchery and Punishment.
At the top of the Ego,
******* Model, Heartthrob and Princess.
For having Ego like they do,
Gangster, ***** Repugnant and Scandalous.
* *It is amazing to see,
how these social standards work.
For only THEY can be,
ones who receive these perks.* *
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
I’ve got those feelings again:
Bubbles and heartthrob and all the clichés.
Find me in your eyes,
And see yourself through mine.
Your touch can melt me to the bone.
Every word you speak is truth.
Each day I spend in your presence is a blessing beyond measure.
For there is power in the smallest things,
And the meaning’s in the details.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC
Fast more fast and a faster drive
Speed not kills but saves his life
Reach quicker and deliver more
Matters only numbers of door.
Someone's son someone's heartthrob
Forgets all when hard on job
Quick quicker on quickest mode
Bike wheels burn on asphalt road.
In lanes bylanes must find address
Can't afford one small recess
A brief meeting and end of deals
Pocket bunched with paid bills.
Around moon is a haloed mist
But night is one cruel beast
Won't let him look above
Think of a poem sweet in love.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC
If i could be a heartthrob or a heart-breaker
I'd be a heartthrob.
A pretty simple choice
Because i hate breaking a girl's heart
I actually care unlike certain men
But i'm not the only one of my kind
We're amass
You just have to look for us.
Going the extra mile
To pursue us.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Success is measured in many a way
Because you have lots of money they say
Or because you have an education
From a good college with accreditation
Maybe that you have a great paying job
That just makes your heartthrob
And a beautiful home in a safe neighborhood
That you have wanted since you were in childhood
But others have obstacles tossed at them in their life
Find it much harder to complete because of their strife
So when they have overcome such things as, abuse, poverty, or a disability
When they reach the goal that they are seeking we should all act accordingly
They’ve had to work harder, longer and have had many daily struggles and little comfort
Their stories of success are greater since most don’t have family to count on for support
Copyright 2013
All rights reserved
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
By S E T
Those Shelter Island nights,
When the air hung sweet and salty
and the shell-laced, pebbly sand
still felt jagged against your toughened feet,
Inviting and profound
You walked with your best guy friend,
Tawny, and burnished from the summer
side jobs, gap tooth and lightly nasal
desperately wanting not to hear his yearning
paens to your best, most glamorous friend
lamenting her leaving
Who'd been up for half the month,
She of the glittering auburn hair
and TV roles, and heartthrob drummer brother,
and even then, deep, throaty laugh,
Wondering if she'd go for hick, Long Island him,
Instead, to feel his teen-age muscled lips
bear down on yours, even if you fidgeted
with desire and uncertainty, half-longing to bolt
Never letting on that second fiddle
was not your instrument of choice
Crossing the warm road to (pinch yourself)
board Chuck's yacht
The only one you knew who had a yacht,
not a grand affair, with modest galley and monk-like sleeper
but a yacht no less,
And drink the bootlegged verboten
beer delicious, slightly acrid,
Stealing away, out the kitchen door
after the small stones clattered against your sleeping window,
Your signal to renounce the troubled house
for a midnight ride down paradise cove.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
*let me tell you now just how i saw you:
you wooed the world with your sublime figure
accentuated by that supreme walk of art in life
that became you so well in love without strife
i saw and felt the beauty reposed in you
but how futile and hapless now
this belated lyric to you
you must have come from a constellation of stars
your name should have been stella or estelle
queen of the skies who made earth her chosen abode
and walked upon it like a storybook queen
you spoke like a fabulous heartthrob
and had us transfixed like pilgrims in worship
your enigmatic gaze was magnetic
wafting but unseen incense oozed from your nostrils
as milk and honey danced upon your lips
later to nourish my thoughts and limbs
in the solitude of early evening as venus began to rise
in truth you were a goddess on sabbatical
and your fabled home is in the cosmic mists of time
where i hunger to be a devoted acolyte in your service
forever chanting the treasured words: it is well*
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC