Poems on the topic: heart

Poems on the topic “heart” on Poets.by.

Anxiousarcane

I'm scared

My love , I'm scared Please find me I'm here sunken In this sea of sorrows Please search for me I'm here lost In my own mind I'm buried into This darkness inside My heart Listen my love I'm scared Please find me
RomanticAnime_K

Love...?

My heart is pounding My body is sweating What am I doing? What am I feeling? Why I find this emotion, really appealing? Can my eyes believe the things I'm seeing? I keep on blushing Never stopping I have this weird feeling I think I love him, but I keep on fearing Whatever his reaction, If I admit my feelings When I talk to you I have difficulty breathing I have difficulty in moving, difficulty in speaking I want to show you... I have feelings for you But why can't I say, "I love you" Whenever you're beside me, I am always merry
Inspiredandman70

Beautiful Oblivion

Open your eyes and you see me. Take off your disguise and so will I. Look around and see the world. It's not perfect harmony but it works. With every decision you must risk something. Till there is nothing left but to risk yourself. Put your heart in a blender and watch it spin into a beautiful oblivion.
RomanticAncient Artifact

Inamorato

i don't care if the whole world considers me a villain they could all die and i wouldn't blink but my darling, when it's you my heart shatters and the broken shards pierce my lungs with each breath
SadAncient Artifact

Pointless

i screamed at the stars and cried in the rain, breaking my nails as i tried to claw the broken thing out of my chest. but it didn't do any good. it never will because the broken isn't in me.
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Hey You

i woke up late last night to shrill ringing. my phone lit up, your contact picture glowing in the dark. i thought about all the times you hurt me and the people who tried to get involved, the people who tried to tell me this is wrong. i thought about your hand on the small of my back, claws coming out every time i opened my mouth. i thought about how much you always smelled like weed to the point that i searched the crowd every time someone smoked. and i answered. like nothing ever happened. like my heart wasn't folding in on itself. is this love?
SadAncient Artifact

Comfortably Numb

after years and years and years of feeling, one day it's like my brain was done like a switch was flipped inside my soul like all my feelings had been felt, poured out 'til not a drop was left like my heart was placed in a coma, beating not living but i don't think it'll wake up because i'm not so sure there's anything left to pull it back to life
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Loose Lips Sink Ships

ruffled hair lazy trails ice burning skin this is not my story to tell hushed whispers thundering hearts citrus candles aflame these are not my scars acrylic nails soft sheets light melodic laughs yet my nightmares are filled with nothing else
SadAncient Artifact

Voices

my heart has conversations with you every day holding on for what could have been even as this silence fills the space between us
SadAncient Artifact

Replacement

and she's already talking to someone else pretty and funny and full of witty conversation they're just phone calls and text messages but every ring sends an ache in my heart a jolt down my spine i can feel it looming just over the horizon the inevitable distancing as i'm once again left behind for a shiny new toy
SadBrie

##Red##

I hadn't thought of you in weeks , maybe days. . . Sometimes I forget , that I make myself forget about you Until one day , you changed . but everything stayed the same . she brought you up today . I don't think they knew I was keeping a tally in my head . counting how many days it would take to forget you . or how long it would take for the ache in my heart to go away so here I am , tears running down my face , reminding myself you don't love me, & what she said can't be true because I thought I had just forgot about you .
ContemplativeBrie

( A Girl Called X )

She is the girl called X , small and quaint strong and sweet but no one will ever know that . because physically she is not special on the outside she is the girl called X on the inside she is a glaxay of stories a mind full of love and a heart full of beautiful blemishes but you will never know that because she is the girl called X .

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