All My Heart Poems - Poems about All My Heart

I no longer trust the vows of marriage For years, Vikings have built mystical Runes. We once soared forth in golden carriages. Now every dawn returns our dreamy tunes. A faery, I remain in vibrant flight. A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos. My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night To realms where big truths and visions arise. Handfasted once beneath the...

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My heart is made of birds Singing for me ………… It’s about time, For the raven to leave, Sunrise is made of birds, Singing in the dew shower, ...

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You gave me your heart and I gave you mine— not in silence, but in the rustle of stars, in the breath between waves. Two birds exchanged their skies, two rivers poured into one basin. There was no contract, no promise carved in stone— only the trembling of hands and the slow unfolding of trust. We made a country from whispers, a home of glances...

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Vs.1) Up again, in the night No sound, no sight Only thoughts endlessly through my mind ...

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Written: July 28, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Oliver Mckeithan ************* Heart of gold stay so bold soft but cold Strong I stand grasping sand bound by strand Like bent hair utmost care dared to flare...

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When I think about you my heart flutters, A hush like wind through evening shutters— Soft and sudden, tender-sweet, The pulse beneath my thoughts and feet. Beauty and books, how close they lie, Like stars that lean in to kiss the sky. Wisdom and knowledge, gently sewn From seeds the same wild tree has grown. I’ve seen your gaze in candlelight, Like dawn that...

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Sprained My Heart I’ll kiss your image that sleeps in my memory That’s what I’ll do and ponder a spell You left me with that wound inside that hasn’t been fixed in nary five years. And even than… I prayed over it without results. And the cows came home but surely you didn’t . So I sorted out on...

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my body and my heart are fragile brittle mostly broken your visit and your kindness mean the world to me you sing your song and the healing of my soul begins ~ rebuilding the bridge to hope...

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Song: Play in the Sunshine by Prince Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com...

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At night standing at his garden door, he sips moonlight. he can smell the closed blooms He is amber in a wine vat, a coagulant of red shadows. The darkness supports his bones, it plucks at the stray threads of stale years. What is this shine behind his eyes, this starry vortex beneath his shoulder blades? Strange angels have entered through his unleashed being and they are feasting as...

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Do you know how it feels to be No one's first priority? The feeling of being alone While your friends are falling in love. The time when you needed support But no one was there to. The anxiety of being accused When you did nothing wrong. The fear of getting rejected By the one you love. The pain...

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“God dwells in our heart, just as we dwell in His ~ This is the truth, not a koan or a quiz” ~ quote by poet The source wherefrom manifestations arise, holds within Itself infinite vibrations, which when crystallise, we weigh, measure and size, assigning labels to imbibed sensations. With...

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My English translation of "Hai Ma" by W. S. Rendra, a son to his mother and soulmate. HAI MA ("HI MOM") by W. S. Rendra translation by Michael R. Burch for Zeelhan Zahraa Mom, It's not death that disheartens my heart but a lifeless life, a life unlived because life loses its power and nature. There are nights when I walk these corridors with nowhere...

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I still my thoughts until they're like the surface of a lake gentle ripples soothing to the soul I then invite a setting sun to adorn this calmness so it may linger on through the night Submitted on July 26, 2025 for contest PEACE OF MIND sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN...

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Delight! nothing could be more idyllic than when writers receive commendation for work, non-synthetic, non- acryllic, pieces with original foundation. Stand and say without intimidation - “I composed this from my own heart and mind.” your own witness worth hearing, well-defined. I’ve read A-I recyled in comments - mere placebo, neither helpful nor kind, so ostentatious, perceived as...

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