Poems on the topic: heart

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

SadEmily Dickinson

You see I cannot see -- your lifetime

You see I cannot see -- your lifetime -- I must guess -- How many times it ache for me -- today -- Confess -- How many times for my far sake The brave eyes film -- But I guess guessing hurts -- Mine -- got so dim! Too vague -- the face -- My own -- so patient -- covers -- Too far -- the strength -- My timidness enfolds -- Haunting the Heart -- Like her translated faces -- Teasing the want -- It -- only -- can suffice!
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Notice that is called the Spring

The Notice that is called the Spring Is but a month from here -- Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -- The Birds enamor Care -- Our salary the longest Day Is nothing but a Bier.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

By homely gift and hindered Words

By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing -- "Nothing" is the force That renovates the World --
CheerfulEmily Dickinson

The Bird her punctual music brings

The Bird her punctual music brings And lays it in its place -- Its place is in the Human Heart And in the Heavenly Grace -- What respite from her thrilling toil Did Beauty ever take -- But Work might be electric Rest To those that Magic make --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --

Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- Empty the Hearts that purchased you -- -- Sister of Ophir -- Ah, Peru -- Subtle the Sum That purchase you -- -- Brother of Ophir Bright Adieu, Honor, the shortest route To you.
RomanticEmily Dickinson

The Rose did caper on her cheek

The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken men -- Did stagger pitiful -- Her fingers fumbled at her work -- Her needle would not go -- What ailed so smart a little Maid -- It puzzled me to know -- Till opposite -- I spied a cheek That bore another Rose -- Just opposite -- Another speech That like the Drunkard goes -- A Vest that like her Bodice, danced -- To the immortal tune -- Till those two troubled -- little Clocks Ticked softly into one.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

"Faithful to the end" Amended

"Faithful to the end" Amended From the Heavenly Clause -- Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors -- "Crowns of Life" are servile Prizes To the stately Heart, Given for the Giving, solely, No Emolument. -- "Faithful to the end" Amended From the Heavenly clause -- Lucrative indeed the offer But the Heart withdraws -- "I will give" the base Proviso -- Spare Your "Crown of Life" -- Those it fits, too fair to wear it --
RomanticElizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 34 - With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee

With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee As those, when thou shalt call me by my name— Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same, Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy? When called before, I told how hastily I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game, To run and answer with the smile that came At play last moment, and went on with me Through my obedience. When I answer now, I drop a grave thought, break from solitude; Yet still my heart goes to thee—ponder how— Not as to a single good, but all my good! Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow That no child's foot could run fast as this blood.
SadEmily Bronte

A Little Budding Rose

It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their mossy robe, But sweet was the slight and spicy smell It breathed from its heart invisible. The rose is blasted, withered, blighted, Its root has felt a worm, And like a heart beloved and slighted, Failed, faded, shrunk its form. Bud of beauty, bonnie flower, I stole thee from thy natal bower. I was the worm that withered thee, Thy tears of dew all fell for me; Leaf and stalk and rose are gone, Exile earth they died upon.
RomanticElizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers Plucked in the garden, all the summer through And winter, and it seemed as if they grew In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers. So, in the like name of that love of ours, Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too, And which on warm and cold days I withdrew From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine, Here 's ivy!—take them, as I used to do Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true, And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

The Life we have is very great.

The Life we have is very great. The Life that we shall see Surpasses it, we know, because It is Infinity. But when all Space has been beheld And all Dominion shown The smallest Human Heart's extent Reduces it to none.

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