Remote
The longest we spoke were when we were quiet
The longest time we have spent were far apart
How typically ironical that we turned our back
too late, after our heart had already intertwined.
Poems on the topic: heart
Poems on the topic “heart” on Poets.by.
Bittersweet
"I want the real you" she cried
He hesitated and said " I can't"
She insisted,"its the only way, I can't take you otherwise"
then he looked on to her daring eyes and did what she asked.
He poured his messy soul in a cup.
He mixed loyalty later with betrayal, his big dreams with his dark past, his honesty in denial, his tenderness with indifference , his boldness with resistance, his shame with arrogance, forever with an end and eternity in breakups.
Then he gave her the glass of his bare heart with shaking hand saying "its blend of bittersweet, you won't like it"
but She looked up to him with "I love all of you" smirk. And taken aback by the aroma she eagerly wanted to drink
Is It Me or You?
Ain't no getting over it is there?
Painted blue when you'd rather be neutral.
Never asked for emotions,
But who ever asked you what you wanted?
No one...
Dull eyes, unable to cry.
Numbed hands, unable to hurt.
Crippled heart, unable to leap at the minimal mention of happiness.
Who did this to you?
Who made you hallow?
Is it really the one you think of?
Was told that you were loved,
So remind me what love is.
Dichotomy, contradicting,
Set fire to my carefree decisions.
Without hesitation, break me down.
* * *
He clutched my heart and gushed out through my eyes
ruptured heart
I'm still a breath away
from that moment
I can still hear
her sweet voice
from when we danced
the night away
I'm still a breath away
from her screams
and the sound
of her bones
breaking
I've decided that hearts don't break
'cause they're not bones
they're muscles
and they rupture
and tear
PHASES II
My half moon heart
Knows that healing takes time
II Whisper
And,
I whispered lies to my own heart
Just to avoid more damage
I give you my heart
Oh!
Did you say you want my heart?
Here it is,
Of what use can a dead thing be anyway?
The ghost in my heart
You came barging in, even when I told you not to
I locked all the doors but you were already inside
Now you keep wandering about trapped in my heart
Trying to find your way out
I want to give you way but, it seems that I've forgotten where I'd kept the keys
I want to let you out
Not for you sake but mine
But I'll let you wander some more
And let you go when it's destined...
Of This Great Voiceless Love
Of this great voiceless love of mine for you
There is no word to your heart out of mine
That may go winging through the whispering night.
Look only then for laughter in my letters
As I from day to day The Fool rehearse.
And if one blushing phrase too boldly written
Inscribes too fervently that I am yours,
Believe it only penmanship and style,
Or the careless informality of friends.
What Is Beneath?
a scrap of satin - some wood
what is beneath the wood ?
dirt : the earth
it is cold
is it alive ?
it contains the stir of flowers
it contains the whispering grass
and above it all ?
some turf
the blue sky
what are you listening to ?
my dark blood
the heart plays a tattoo
beneath this pale linen
this wool-stuff
and ?
A Tale
there is a huge gray bird out on the roof
he wants to eat my heart out
the daisies are asleep no-one knows.
I chased a galloping lamb up the road remember the day
it got away and galloped up the road and was gone ?
there is a huge gray bird on the roof outside
he wants to eat out my heart
the daisies are asleep and no-one knows.
I chased a galloping lamb up the road remember the day
it escaped the butcher’s van and galloped up the road.
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