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Poem From a Weary Heart

Decisions good, decisions bad
Either way it's happy or sad
Losing a job, or losing a friend
It's hidden but stays until the end.

Life's challenges are not really fair
Leaving our hearts in pieces, our minds in the air
Many find it true, to be extremely hard
Life's a game, choose your next card

Decisions that are like a two edged sword
Can leave you speechless, not saying a word
My heart has been shot, not one time, but eight
And still I have no remorse, anger or hate

How can it be? I be treated so bad
And not be angry at the cruelty I've been had
It's just a curse to many and a blessing to some
They say, "In the long-run, your happiness will come."

No matter stay high, just take every blow
Don't count back the days, weeks or years ago
That your heart was pieces and now it's been lost
No matter the feeling, it's not worth the cost

Many times you hear, "It happens to most."
But do they not understand, what matters to me most?
Just having an arm, wrap around me at night
Someone to cherish, in my heart so tight

At several times, I've turned to isolation
But all it brings is love deprivation
Sleeping at night, laying there all alone
It's a child at age 5, when no one's at home

I hold it together, and think of the past
And the friends from the Navy that will forever last
I think of the future and where I will be
On a ship or a boat, set sailing and free

But I can pretend it doesn't hurt and not show it at all
Only some people can read me, the signs, so small
They see pain in my eyes and no heart on my sleeve
They try to relax me, they do it with ease

So this is my story for so many ears
This is how my life's been for so many years
Not just with my heart, but with my mind and soul
After the Navy, the hurt doesn't get old.....


Copyright © Andrew Johnson | Year Posted 2009

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Contagious Singing

Singing songs that fill the air.
Contagious is the song they sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.

Their melodies are beyond compare.
They make a weary heart take wing,
singing songs that fill the air.

Happy they, no burden to bare,
when their rich songs they shall sing.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.

Sad thoughts you cannot share
when listening to the song they bring,
singing songs that fill the air.

Their lilting voices in the air
are welcoming the coming Spring.
The canaries are joyful, without a care.

I shall hum while they sing with flair
and all around us music will ring.
Singing songs that fill the air,
the canaries are joyful, without a care.



Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013




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Time of Need

With welling eyes we'll trod this broken day
Still the rumbling heart with a hand in mine
And speak of precious dreams that always stay
When love is true and sweet the world's sublime
To share and comfort when a heart is blind
Raise a spirit's light from its darkest shroud
And free the weeping shadows in the mind
From a humbled pain where pride has bowed
No Sherpa guide needed when love is found
To lead a weary heart from its despair
Empathy is the medicine I've ground
To heal your broken soul because I care

To hold your hands before your heart's abyss
And be a friend, there is no better gift


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Take Me Home

Take me home, oh take me home to stay
To a weary heart some comfort bring
Let me rest , I long for yesterday...

Years have past , the sky is turning gray
For me soon the bells of death will ring
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

In my youth's folly I went away
Now to the past my thoughts do cling
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I thought to conquer the world one day
But instead I felt the serpent's sting
Take me home, oh take me home to stay...

Just let me smell life's old bouquet
And remember old songs  to sing
Let me rest, I long for yesterday...

I see the light of home so far away
And the thrush upon its silent wing
Take me home, oh take me home to stay
Let me rest, I long for yesterday.


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2011

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Let me be the one

Let me be the one!

One glance at your face
Initiated the chase
I have therefore, joined the race
To determine whose arms, you finally embrace
 
Of gold I heard your heart is made
To provide for a weary heart like mine, a shade
For a love like yours, I've always prayed
And hope no other, would have you swayed

Seen beauties without measure,
Yet, none gives my eyes more pleasure,
Unequalled, in beauty and grace,
The emptiness in my heart, please displace

I am hooked, as I never have been,
To a beauty, who ought to be a queen,
With abundance of brains and elegance
And no quantum of arrogance.

So, bury my heart in your bosom,
And let our love blossom,
Display me to all, like a work of art
But, never be thrown at with a dart
 
Let your lips be mine alone,
Worthy you will be for my throne.
Let me live in a love that’s fair and true,
Not one that'll always leave me blue.

Let me make you my Tsarina,
And you make me your Tsar.
Let me be your one true boo,
Not some display animal in your zoo.


Copyright © Sandison Jumbo | Year Posted 2016

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Ode To The Sun

Sunrise, Oh aural hymn of spirituality,
Vibrant in it’s splendour and magnificence,
Sending nocturnes to daytime slumber,
Bathing life to a yawning earth.
 
Piercing the day’s birth with colours and hue,
The Master’s tableau, a glorious canvas,
Fiery paints, swirling strokes and defiant beauty
The bright facet of the world’s axial turn.

It evokes and invokes, feelings and awe.
Praises and raises, creation and spirits,
Vilifies and nullifies, sadness and hopelessness,
Resigns and consigns, acceptance and trepidation.

Strand by strand, it runs through the hair,
Pore to pore, it caresses the skin,
Squint by squint, it opens the eyes,
Every brightness warms a weary heart.

It bridges valleys and flattens peaks,
Resurrects death and ends horizons,
Humbles the great and strengthens the weak,
With its rays, its light, its kiss.

We are but an audience, paler and drabber,
Casting pathetic lines of self importance,
Feeble in our attempts and underneath its shadow,
For its languid phase is our mortal eternity.

 When we are dust, entwined to life in death,
Ethereal and eternal and constant the sun remains. 
Bathing life to a yawning earth. 
 


Copyright © George Anos | Year Posted 2008

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Feary

Drop,
drop,
drop!
Constant drip into the sea,
but thou cannot see, 
the drop once it's gone.
Forever bound to the sea.
All that's left is the sound.
The constant echo!
The ghostly rythem...

A beating heart
only noticed when we listen, 
to reinsure our fear
of a feirce reality!

Never constant,
a beat of feary,
Joining our thoughts,
When we understand the truth so weary.

Another beat to fuel the flames, 
to make it to tomorow's day.
We try to find another way!
We always fall on the beat of a weary heart.

To stop the beat 
Shall end the sorrow 
So tomorow's day 
Shall not destroy us.

Feary is the fear,
of a feirce reality. 
That we can't forget!
Even when we ignore the beat...

Beat!
Beat!
...

Beat!





Copyright © Baily McClanahan | Year Posted 2015

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AGONY OF A WEARY HEART

A broken body
A shattered heart
A lonely soul 
A dashed hope
is how his heart found mine
Found to mould what is left of it
More than a mate he is
Care and concern he brought along
with enduring love to flavour them
A perfect body
A warm blood
A big heart
and a youthful look
all sealed in one body
With promise of more
A heart broken by love
It’s said can only be healed by love
But this duo,
A broken body and shattered heart
this cannot heal.
and what can heal it
I know not
A crushed hope it can fix not
This love is not mine
she sings at dawn and dusk 
Oh, how I have waited so long for you
Now that I can have it not
Now that I can keep it not
It comes a calling
on a heart oozing blood
on a body
not fit for a savage.
Love for a spurting heart
Passion for a damaged body
Oh fate!
Oh love!
How cruel art thou.


Copyright © Olufunke Kolapo | Year Posted 2013

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Take Me Home-repost



Take Me Home Take me home, oh take me home to stay To a weary heart some comfort bring Let me rest , I long for yesterday... Years have past , the sky is turning gray For me soon the bells of death will ring Take me home, oh take me home to stay... In my youth's folly I went away Now to the past my thoughts do cling Let me rest, I long for yesterday... I thought to conquer the world one day But instead I felt the serpent's sting Take me home, oh take me home to stay... Just let me smell life's old bouquet And remember old songs to sing Let me rest, I long for yesterday... I see the light of home so far away And the thrush upon its silent wing Take me home, oh take me home to stay Let me rest, I long for yesterday


Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014

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Dour Company

Oh leave me be
Leave me be-

-I cry out in silence;

It is enough to bear the pain the world lashes upon my back,
Held upright, but driven forward
By gifts, gifts to quell the curses-

But oh leave me be
When the lash is in mine own hand,
Oh leave me be you thoughts that pain 
And you sharp pangs of regret
Your dread company is no comfort to a weary heart,
To a shaking lip
Your caress is no reason to still

For you bring me no gifts,
You bring only curses
And in my life, 
In my life I have no want for curses-

So please
Leave me be
I cannot bear your fell company.

But oh, I am dour company indeed
And still I cannot leave myself be.
 


Copyright © Samir Georges | Year Posted 2011

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Down On My Knees

Father, I come on bended knee
even though they're “bone on bone,”
as sorrows often seem to flee
when I bow down before your throne.

Restless worry or sleepless nights
cannot provide that sweet release
which floods a soul with rich delight
and fills a weary heart with peace.

You place a song within my breast
and joy becomes a welcome guest;
fret and turmoil dispersed with ease
when I fall down upon my knees.


2nd H. M., Galaxy of Verse
Birma Castle Award,
Fall/Winter, 2012



Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Me and Me

                                                              Modupe
                           teacher, curious seeker, bookworm and a doting mother 
                                                       Daughter of David and Ruth 
                         lover of her family, her profession of faith in a living God and her 
                                         freedom to live a simple and truthful life                                        
  who feels joy when she cheers up a weary heart, pain watching a battered soul without 
               hope and depressed when her hands are limp to strengthen a weak knee.
  who fears being useless when it matters most, inability to take charge of messy situation 
                               and a sense of inadequacy in a chosen career.
who would love to have a blissful moment in a safe jungle without civilization and witness 
                                     a  dawn of peace in this wicked world,
                                       resident of House of Grace, Nigeria
                                                             Sefunmi


Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi | Year Posted 2012

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Dreaming Child of a king

I am just the dreaming child of a king who resides in the heavenly skies above. The only thing that I have ever wanted to do was help people who were in need by building hospitals, bringing food, clean water, and promoting the recovery of lost dreams.
The only thing that I the dreaming child of a king desire to do is bring a smile to a downtrodden face, mend a weary heart, and remove the scars and cuts from someone's beaten and contrite heart before I depart from this earth now that to me is my true life's worth.
I the dreaming child of a king paints a picture with words to show that my heart is a heart of love, I also paint a picture to show those who have never met the dreaming child's soul that it is a soul that aches to help the dreams that were once lost be achieved again.
Destined to destroy dreams that was not what I was put on this earth for I was created to help those lost like me find their way back to Heaven's door. I was not created to shed other's blood, scar their hearts, or make them weak I was made in his image so me being the dreaming child of a king he is the only thing that my dreams and I truly seek.
I lie awake with the paint brush of my dreams in my hands using many colors and painting many dreams from different lands whether rich or poor the only thing that my dreams and I desire is to be like a free bird and finally soar. Being the dreaming child of a king haunted by his sins, forever trying not to fall into the pit, the only thing that this dreamer desires is to one day hear the words well done and as a result my sins will no longer cause me to run.


Copyright © Charles Hill | Year Posted 2014

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A Muse Reborn

Unleash my soul and let my dreams run free.
Confinement binds my heart as freedom mourns.
Refine my mind with creativity.
 
Direct me until cleverness is born.
And walk with me upon a lighted trail.
Release my ingenuity this morn.  
 
Fettered thoughts seek wisdom to no avail. 
Explanations flooded; old views congealed.
When freedom reins, philosophies unveil.

I heard the sound of laughter in a field.
A distant bliss that unto me was born.
And what pray tell was at that time revealed?

A pleasantness that on free reins was borne.
Imagination voiced in newfound dreams.
Unleashed, within my soul, my muse reborn.

Thus, everyday is filled with new sunbeams.
Where stagnant hopes once filled a weary heart,
New beauty from my soul forever streams.
And pondering each thought is now my art.  


© February 22, 2012
NO NAMES on poems

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Unleash Free Poetry 
Sponsor Paula Swanson


Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2012

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Being Human

Bring a smile to gloomy lips
Excitement to a weary heart
Ignite passion in lost causes
Never think before sharing the
Graces bestowed upon you
He or she who lives these rules 
Understands that the life and the superior
Mind of humans is for sustenance of all living beings
Always maintains harmony and balance in nature
Never interferes with God’s plans.

Written on 07/6/2016


Copyright © Sara Chansarkar | Year Posted 2016

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ON HER WINGS



Not so long ago, the journey of life became hard and difficult.
a troubled mind made the waters seem too deep and stormy.
a weakened spirit made the hills feel steep and hard to climb.
a weary heart made the paths seem long and endless.
And the land of hope, joy and peace became distant and impossible to reach.
Then, that special person in your life took control of your journey,
with her kindness, her patience and her love. And like an Angel,
on her wings she guided you through the waters which gradually became shallow and calm
on her wings she carried you up through the hills and they became easier to climb
on her wings she took you along the paths and they were long and endless no more.
And now the land of hope, joy and peace, though still some distance away,
seems to be within reach again.



                                                                              

                                                                           



Copyright © TIM KITCHEN | Year Posted 2010

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Easy

You don't want to see me
But I'm still watching you
Behind painted faces
I know you must look too

A weary heart
Withered without your love
Won't let me leave
This place I'm so tired of

You won't hold me back
Yet I can't move on
Your train is on track
And my engine is gone

You can't see me
You don't need me
But I just can't be
Given up so easy


Copyright © Daniel Mitchell | Year Posted 2011

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The Heart

Life is like a rose
It takes the breath away
There's a delicate and fragile story, 
Hesitant to be expressed
The heart is weary 
As it has been worn by many.

However even a weary heart can find a sunrise
Where it becomes relaxed,
Willing to share some of its wrinkles
Hoping that another heart can smooth them out.


Copyright © Paige List | Year Posted 2016

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Pharmaceuticals

Most people avoid her because of her heart.
One minute she is caring, the next she is overbearing.
The next she pours her heart the next she takes it all back and remains silent.
Too many mood swings, too many off brand medicines.
This was the reason that most people would avoid her.
Catching an aliment of her own,
The amount of hurt that she keep to herself without knowing how to release.
Finding various labels to print on her forehead.
Printing sticker on-top of sticker.
Marking her down for quick sale.
Some stickers faded. Others stuck from a different sales reel.
Manifests long forgot about.
Pushed back farther and further back on the shelf.
Negligence from those whom always marked that she was there without actually pulling her forward.
To ensure that she was alright, to knock the dust from her bottle.
To encourage her to move her to the front of the shelf.
She preferred to be alone for this same reason.
Most notably hid in the dark far from the edge of the shelf.
Out of sight out of mind, Content in her own little word.
Where no-one could poke or pry, to make her feel uncomfortable about being herself.
Her lid air tight when in reality all she wanted was to give herself.
Finding a fear of searching hands whom picked over and put others before her.
She'd sit at the back of the shelf where she was perfectly content until the day she could give all of herself.
Not realizing that she pushed those away that truly cared about her in the process.
The only prescription that could heal the sick and remove the ache of weary bones.
A weary heart, more than a handful of reckless thoughts.
She was a beautiful soul in a pharmacy full of sick physicians


Copyright © kewayne wadley | Year Posted 2017

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Life Struggles

As sure as the moon reflects the sun, there comes a critical time during every togetherness when some unforseen obstical challenges the strength and integrity of the tightest commitment, Where the unpredictable winds of fate blows so forceful, that it shakes a weary heart clear from it's axis, inspiring us to wonder, if saving such a relationship truly worth it, and of course, it usually is. It amazes
me how under the fleeting pressure of a pecieved danger most of us
are fast to abandon our brightest dreams or surrender our greatest
hopes without so much as a fight, merely because of some personal weakness, or mabe because we don't understand how the transcendence of struggle builds and fortisfy character, which by the way are the cornerstones to all things great. Conflict in the form of struggle is the yolk that God places upon mankind to test the human spirit, for it is the only way we can prove ourselves capable and worthy of recieving his greater blessings in this life. Now just imagine how much more easier everything would become if we all accepted this and also the simple fact that, life really does fall like the seasons, where the harsh difficulty of winter strengthen and conditions our appreciation for the easier warmth of spring and summertime. After all howelse would you know the sweetness of a peach or strawberry if you had'nt consumed a lemon or two. So the next time life deals you some hard and unexpected blow and you are almost afraid to take another step in the direction of love, remember all thats been said, but more than anythingelse remember, on this golden road called friendships, sometimes true friends stumble, fall and hur themselves as they struggle to hold hand in the common pursuit of a noble thing, but as to say to the world and themselves, no matter the obsticle or
difficulty that this life places before us surely they become twice as easy to navigate with the help of a friend.


Copyright © Edward Johnson | Year Posted 2005

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Just the Two of Us


I sketched 
You, with words
To calm 

A weary heart 
To sleep tight 
In slithering night, but 
Your whimsy craving 
Echoed, sweetly
	
The breath 
Of Northern stars
Fetching us

Gallons of 
Scented 
Rain
Like wine, brewed with 
Gleaming pieces 

Of you 
And me
‘Neath a silky sheet 


Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

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THE REST OF THE STORY

Where, O', where does a weary mind go, but to sleep
in the routine,even at the awakening.

Where, O', where does a weary heart go, but to that
that knows the rest that is needed.

Where, O', where does love go, but to the rescue
of those that would sit still to know,
the rest of the story,

Is true.


Copyright © Marrio Biggs | Year Posted 2017