"warmhearted" poems
I am warmhearted and icy cold,
with a pretty face that's getting old.
I am fragile yet tough as a man,
struggle thru life with no real plan.
I am petite and cuss like a trucker,
slightly naive, but I'm no sucker.
I am a sinner with a halo of gold,
an open book with secrets untold.
I am a hypocrite but always play fair,
a bleeding heart and I don't care.
I am a mother who acts like a child,
crazy, impatient and easily riled.
I am spontaneous and I am a bore,
forever forgiving, I still keep score.
I am unstable and wonderfully wise,
a ****** deviant in sweet disguise.
I am creative and self-destructive
naturally skilled and unproductive.
I am shy and I am outspoken
with a heart of stone, easily broken.
I am awkward and well refined,
lost, insightful and a little love-blind.
I am respected and I am addicted
shamed by burdens, self inflicted.
I am a perfectionist and I am a slob,
unbiased and shallow, an inept snob.
I am nocturnal, a creature of night,
blissfully ignorant, typically right.
I am cautious and I have no fear,
a loser and quitter, still I persevere.
I am brilliant and easily amused,
over-zealous and under-enthused.
I am impervious with wounds to heal,
an occasional liar just keepin' it real.
I am weird and lovely and mean-
I am what I am.......100 Aileen.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
I gaze into the soul's windows
And what do I see
An abyss of muddy water
But if I look closer I can see
Specks of stolen sunlight
Streaks of the purest gold only
Prospectors can begin to imagine
By just looking I can tell what a
Gracious, warmhearted, good-natured
Person you are
That all the disingenuous individuals
Fathom
Just by looking
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
*Cast out entirely this time around.
There's a beautiful world waiting,
But it's easy to be blinded by what you think is beautiful in a beautiful world.*
In the dark for so long.
The retina I own captured false images
Of what i once believed in.
So much effort stored in a mirage,
lodged in doubtful recollections.
I want no sympathy,
I can only evolve through the chasing of symphonies.
Villainous, aren't you?
The conflict is the enemy.
I'll do away with this blame game,
You're just so awfully gifted at how you play.
I was the warmhearted prey
Fooled into what appears to be defeat,
Due to stupidity.
I saw what I wanted to see,
And clearly my vision was wrong.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 10/31/10
Revised 9/27/14)
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warmhearted. I believe especially in being warmhearted in love, in ******* with a warm heart. I believe if men could **** with warm hearts, and the women take it warmheartedly, everything would come all right. It’s all this coldhearted ******* that is death and idiocy. - D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Soothing, sensational,
elegant as the harp,
Semblance, integument,
covering of the tarp,
Ebullient, vivacious,
precision of the mind,
Vehement, appetent,
keen & one of a kind,
Perfervid, chocolate katydid,
desirable & luscious taste,
Delectable, ambrosial,
palatable & consumed with haste,
Sybaritic, voluptuous,
enticing to the senses,
Libidinous, hedonic,
enriched untightened hinges,
Efficacious, puissant,
robust delight to the eye,
Potent, consequential,
immeasurable symbol of the sky,
Pulchritudinous, gorgeous,
magnificent as the autumn sun,
Resplendent, vivid, lustrous
as a diamond-lithographed gun,
Sympathetic, affectionate,
condoling soul of a angel,
Altruistic, benignant,
warmhearted with no mangle,
Serenity, tranquility,
composure of divine peace,
Harmonious, amicable,
placid as the slow moving creek...
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
I want to be close to you like Mercury
to see your full glow
and brightness of your intimacy
I see you like a Venus
because of your unsurpassed beauty
and your unfathomable, abysmal kind of love
You are like the Earth
where living with you is not a problem
and with you it is always easy to breathe
I see your ardent desires like a red Mars
to fight a war to cover and protect me
even sacrificing your own life
You give a gigantic precious tenderness
and enormously unselfish affections
like a Jupiter
You give me snowball rings like Saturn
that gives remembrance to all the beautiful
things that we had been in the atmosphere
of treasured memories
Your warmhearted axis
that tilts on the rocky core of my life
is like in a deep ocean of Uranus
that clasps me with grasping arms
You are like the depth the Neptune brings
who takes me beyond the known
to what's alive only in my wildest dreams.
On a very far and infinite distance
deep into the darkness like Pluto
you are perfect to get lost with
nothing matters but You and Me
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 5:53 AM UTC
*Upon entrance into the realm of reality
My first image basks in the bliss of your smile
You knew that bearing two offspring was sheer destiny
All the love that you bestowed was definitely worthwhile
When I’m in pain, depression, or sorrow
You welcome me in a warmhearted embrace
Such care heals my soul for a better tomorrow
Your unrelenting support propels me in the life race
Your grace branches to lands beyond reckoning
Your unique ability to serve others is a true virtue
Your duties are far from easygoing
You deserve much more than the credit accrued
You fought valiantly when things turned gray
You should have a nice rest on this Mother’s day*
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
Mushrooms popping
up everywhere
moving pine-cones
like unturned stones
not even the weight
of lapsing maple leaves
can keep them down
as they reach up for sun
Four legged soul-mate
friskily passes them by
on her way to sparse
apples the deer didn't find
looking for a moment
to feel sun's slithering balm
where the mushrooms
bask in a warmhearted calm
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Don't be egoist
Get back to me
Don't think about others' thought
Come back to me
Like the coldest winter going to spring
Or maybe the warmest spring going back to winter
🌨️🌤️
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
unaffected elegance
genuine kindness
warmhearted affection
infectious optimism
female role model
working for a better future
wisely responsible
naturally humorous
simply lovable
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
soft seas of white
unbearable to the warmhearted
for crystal chalices are containers
frozen and unfeeling to the bitterness
numbed by this climate
and all wounds that freeze over
are lethal to **** in your heat
and for each spring that passes
i await my demise
but the winter before keeps me intact
i dare not walk in your summer
for surely that would be my end
so if you reach out to me, love
do not be crestfallen when i do not respond
for i poured my nature into your hollow
and was ambushed by your vacancy
i have been collapsed and discharged by your fears
for they mimic my own
and though i have cultivated my courage
you are still held back at the precipice of your qualms
to you i must seem manic
for i believe in love
i follow my heart
though it may lead to dark edges
but you, forlorn by your vigilance
stagger in your struggle to remain conscious
unaware that your wick has been cut loose
and failed to ignite the once blazing sparks of your brilliance
i pity your heat
for it has no place to burn
and soon, it too will wither into ash
and be set upon a pedestal that will restrain you there
in the glaciers that have become your keep
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
My coffee was cold.
The coffee I watched drip by for what felt like hours.
Wasting time on hot coffee that'll just be left out for the cold anyway.
I loved the steam.
Seeping down into my lungs.
Brushing gently down my throat.
Filling my insides with sweet ecstasy.
Almost burning.
Almost painful.
Almost.
Almost completely suffocating.
The crisp edges of books.
Spread across the room like a fallen army in the war of my mourning and sorrow.
In the bitter ignorance of my charred heart.
Not even able to apologize.
Sweeping down into the abyss of this lonely one bedroom apartment.
With only the ticking of the clock.
Who has clocks anymore?
To many bad memories.
To many reminders of bad times.
Times that are bad.
Times that were bad.
Times wasting.
Time wasted.
Even all of these winter blankets.
White and paisley golden sheets.
Lit curtains.
Gentle pillows.
Couldn't keep me warm.
The insides were cold.
Like a child lost in the park on a dark brisk winter night.
Not cold because of the snow hovering above his knees.
But because of the lost empty kiss from his warmhearted mother.
Buried beneath blankets of ice.
Empty chest.
Swollen *******
The feeling of something or someone missing.
The tocks missing from the ticks.
The melody missing from the song.
The sugar missing from the tea.
The sunlight missing from the sun.
The tears missing from my weeping.
Balling up.
Knees to chest.
The doors unlocked.
The windows left open.
Pulling me under deeper and deeper into my sheets.
The oven burning what's left over of our last meal.
The parts that didn't end up on the ceiling and throughout the floor.
Spreading hard suffocating stench into the vents.
Let me burn.
Where's my company?
In the flames.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
❝ ❞
To my own warmhearted and beautiful, Belle,
I apologized for detaining you here in my palace.
For I want to stop this bewitched life, alas!
Please, come with me and let us dance
With this love in relaxing harmony.
Yet, in this Little Red Riding Hood,
I'll protect you like your own Robin Hood.
Instead of bringing you these lil cookies,
I'll bring you flowers and kisses on your forehead.
“ Lay down your hair, My Rapunzel! ”
For I want to give you these alluring flowers–yellowbell.
It's me your very own Flynn,
I'm now blind yet still loving you, Darlin'.
You're my Aurora who sleeps for a thousand years.
I couldn't stop myself seeing your plump and kissable lips.
I want to stop this curse from the darkness
By giving you my first ever kiss.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 2:36 AM UTC
Our Masgouf
The fish has wings, and she feels our pain as a sister. Yes, we are the fish’s brothers and any halo occurs in the clear night is a birthday of this brotherhood. Come here, and see the first cookbook; it had appeared with the seeds of this earth. It had slept in an ancient Sumerian tablet, which was shining as a morning sun. In the heart of (800) recipes in that Iraqi mud, you can see the smoke of our Masgouf and you may smell its exciting flavor. You may know that Masgouf had resided as a moon in our dreams, and we delightedly disappear in its perfume as the butterflies. Our Masgouf, as well as, the face of our river, is pure, but smoky, and I will be so happy if you can see its chants which dance as a fairy at its small bank. Because of this warmhearted brightness, you may like to sit under our smiley tent and musing our truthful Masgouf.
The Dolma’s Master
The small girls in our gardens knew nothing about the flowers or their breathtaking colors, but they are so efficient in making of magic Dolma. In the morning they meet a green dove, and listen to her chants. They are soft and pure exactly as our Dolma’s smiles. She teaches our girls the art of Dolma and the secret of grape’s leaves with a smooth voice and gentle hands. This Dolma’s master is so soft and deep, and she can color the girls’ hearts with the wedding dresses. My mother was a good Dolma’s student, so she had learned its chants expertly and wore her wedding dress early.
The Kebab Glory
The Iraqis can’t live without war or Kebab and can’t smell the morning breeze without their deep voices. I am an Iraqi man, and my soul was kneaded with Kebab’s Sumac. My dreams had immersed in the Kebab’s perfume and straggled in the desert of sad Sumac. Kebab, which we inherited from our Babylonian, can’t be transfigured without a soft lap, and any saying disagrees this is a hard illusion, but essentially you need the Iraqi sad smile to find the Kebab’s sublime glory.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
Growing up I was told if you give a situation more thought and worry than it deserves that the doubt is always the answer; because your heart nor your gut would have assembled that doubt otherwise.
from this realization a crucial lesson was thrown into my lap,
if you think twice about loving, the love for you to give was never necessarily there to begin with.
There was a time when I loved and lost-
He was my one solid thought, he intruded my stream of consciousness and left it free of doubt
He, this perfect undeniably warmhearted soul warms the 19 winters that are so compacted within me.
whether he knows it or not.
Until the sky is cast over and the sun rays pass through the atmosphere with ease my love for him will be sealed, awaiting for his curiosity to be restored.
There was a time when I loved and lost, but realized that love had just lost her way.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
to mike, my brother
there was a man, I called you brother.
good times, bad times...there won't be another.
we shared a last name, house and secrets
a gift from God and now with Jesus.
a built-in relative i didn't choose.
told me like it was; never wanted to see me lose.
made me laugh, made me cry.
asked me tough questions and not happy til he knew why.
didn't all ways see eye to eye
and that's what families do.
can't imagine what life would've been like without you.
positive, warmhearted, devout, strong-willed
almost describes your worth.
won't ever be replaced by anything on this earth.
if God would bring you back again for one more hour or day,
I'd express all my thoughts and have many things to say.
I'll be looking up at the stars for you with a heart full of love
you are now at peace forever
safely home in heaven above.
let the wind lift your spirit and take you away
to the arms of the Savior to hold you this day.
rest in peace.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
The vast west creates winds
Whirling me towards its wanderlust
I appear on the desert, it was longing to happen eventually
The heat beats down,
I hear no sound
All is nothing here
To survive, one must make the right choices of need
To succeed, one must be a white man dressed in greed
I've been walking for 31 days,
And I still haven't found what I was looking for
Though I didn't know what I was looking for
Yet the hunger grew stronger
And I knew sooner than later
It will be willing to eat me
To survive
Every entity for its own
At dusk I felt a peculiar breeze
It was energizing
I followed the breeze
It lead me to a man with a cigarette
I heard rumors of a deadly smoke around these dooms
But knew it was only a tale
People don't like to hear themselves
They only like attention
"Follow me" he said
Caught frozen in the sinking sand,
I was trying to figure it out
But I couldn't
I wasn't left with much information
And I had no direction before
Other than the breeze that just left me
Too far
Like a pattern
The man was gone too
However, his cigarette smoke was dancing in front of me
Luring me in to his path
My feet sunk deeper into the sand
As each step closer to the man
"I will be there soon" I thought
However I didn't know where I was going
Nor how far it was
My pulsating heart rushed me along
With sweat dripping down almost drowning me
"How curious, the sand doesn't feel like sand at all"
It was warmhearted, hugging me, and slightly needy
Rising up my legs with every step I took
The quicker I ran,
The quicker it rose
"I must catch this man"
Were the only words I could cry to a point
Where it was the one thing dragging me on
The smoke was still swirling along
Laughing
If only I knew how far ahead of me he was
The sand had no mercy
Nor patience
My attempt of a sprint earlier slowed me down
However, the soft sand's speed only grew, never fell
As you can guess, it swallowed me
And if you haven't guess that yet,
You're next
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
I've been called too intense from people who could not grasp the significance of my feelings.
I've been called hard to love from people who have not shown me a single sign of adoration.
I've been called ignorant from people who spew nothing but negativity.
I've been called ugly from some of the most beautiful woman I know.
We often look to others for how we should act and live, so focus on yourself and you'll find that there is a bigger picture to every story, here are a few things that I AM.
I am compassionate because people should be able to understand feelings and if they cannot, they can at least respect them.
I am warmhearted because everyone deserves love and light from time to time.
I am uneducated in situations I dont understand and constantly willing to learn from someone or something.
I am beautiful. And so are YOU.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Implicit ...
hug me ...
between your hands
like a needy bird ...
cover me deeply ...
with the sparkle of your eyes ...
to feel safe and warm ...
to fee love ...
as this bird ...
protect me from jungle monsters ...
and all eyes ...
and from satan's whispers ...
no one can do ...
only you are ...
you are my kingdom ...
my all life ...
full of plant roses ...
and warmhearted ...
as a paradise ...
wrap me with your wings ...
to feel happiness and love more ...
and just with you only i feel ...
because you are ,,,
the most beautiful gifts ...
that i ever got on my life ...
and you are the birthday ...
to my all day ...
and with you only ...
i feel alive ...
hug me ...
hug me sweetheart ...
forever keep do ...
with every day ...
never ever stop ...
hazem al ...
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
I am warmhearted and icy cold,
with a pretty face that's getting old.
I am fragile yet tough as a man,
struggle thru life with no real plan.
I am petite and cuss like a trucker,
slightly naive, but I'm no sucker.
I am a sinner with a halo of gold,
an open book with secrets untold.
I am a hypocrite but always play fair,
a bleeding heart and I don't care.
I am a mother who acts like a child,
crazy, impatient and easily riled.
I am spontaneous and I am a bore,
forever forgiving, I still keep score.
I am unstable and wonderfully wise,
a ****** deviant in sweet disguise.
I am creative and self-destructive
naturally skilled and unproductive.
I am shy and I am outspoken
with a heart of glass, easily broken.
I am awkward and well refined,
lost, insightful and a little love-blind.
I am respected and I am addicted
shamed by burdens, self inflicted.
I am a perfectionist and I am a slob,
unbiased and shallow, an inept snob.
I am nocturnal, a creature of night,
blissfully ignorant, typically right.
I am cautious and I have no fear,
a loser and quitter, still I persevere.
I am brilliant and easily amused,
over-zealous and under-enthused.
I am impervious with wounds to heal,
a habitual liar just keepin' it real.
I am witty and weird and mean-
I am what I am.......100 Aileen.
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
His hazel eyes
invites me inside his desires,
unrelenting chemistry,
bright dimensions of bliss
rousing my soul
with his deep and tender affection,
his gratifying vibe
that eliminates my doubts
about exploring the unknown
and feel your strength
sway inside my system.
He transports me
to the most breathtaking places,
writing poetic songs on my skin,
bringing me into the beat
of his immersive world,
a chocolate love that comforts me,
enhances his inspirational messages
to me as I luxuriate in his warmhearted embrace.
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC