My Heart Is A Secret Garden

My heart is not so secret,
An imminent confession,
Like fireworks blasting out
In the night sky,
It's escapades are clear, vivid,
And known about the galaxy.

No love-hiding here.
Seeds of affection flower and bloom
With the blink of an eye,
A touch on the shoulder,
Three seconds of eye contact...

And the whirlpool of love 
Sublimates and swirls
Like tiny little notes
Fluttering through the in-between air

Of two souls desperate to dance,
Or at least slow groove with the other.

The heart's secret garden morphs into
Outward unabashed foraging
Since all secretly long for the light of human connection.

I'll secret you later so hug me now
With eyes if not with arms.

My heart garden,
Disarming the loveless.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Kendrick Avatar
June 11, 2026 at 10:16 AM
I wanted to give you a belated congratulations on your poem being on the winners' list in this contest. Way to go. Somehow, I missed seeing this contest had been judged. Sara K.
Caliri Avatar
June 13, 2026 at 1:33 PM
Blessed to be placed! I really put my heart into this one. It was a...hearty attempt. Regardless, my heartfelt gratitude, as always.
One Avatar
May 21, 2026 at 3:41 PM
It seems like you have an open heart inviting all... nice sentiments.. congratulations on your placement in the contest..
Goldsmith Avatar
May 17, 2026 at 1:55 PM
"My Heart is a Secret Garden" is a wonderful write painting a great picture with your words. "Good Luck" I also did this wonderful contest." Have lovely week writing away.......
Caliri Avatar
May 17, 2026 at 8:33 PM
Thank you, good luck to you as well! I've recently been given some beautiful blood orange begonias from my boss. So this garden poem is perfect timing as I garden my new begonias!
Messina Avatar
May 16, 2026 at 7:39 PM
Funny thing about love, Matt. It could be breathing down your neck at any unexpected time, and it usually always comes that way. Two times come and gone for me...three times a charm... time will tell (lol). Charlie
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