Best Beating Poems
Where will I be twenty years from today?
The World is moving at such a fast pace.
Will I still look at love the same way?
Will I be able to look at your face?
That is my heart's greatest desire.
The World is moving at such a fast pace.
Now when I'm with you my heart is on fire.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.
That is my heart's greatest desire.
My eyes may grow dimmer I know that's true.
A love so beautiful will never fade.
I wish for my soul to still burn for you.
Even if my body to death is laid.
That will never stop my true heart's beating
A love so beautiful will never fade.
The world may be fast sometimes defeating.
That will never stop my true hearts beating.
Where will I be twenty years from today?
I'll still be looking at love the same way!
Valentines Contest
We could pretend it’s the end,
start loving each other all over again
I know you want to,
you still look at me in that way
as if to say, "I want to make you mine"
I knew that day I've lost it,
could not control the beating of my heart
they say a woman's heart beats faster than a man's
that first night I couldn't tell the difference
it was like your heart knew mine needed yours
the music it made, had me floating
all I could think of was how handsome you looked
still don’t fathom, you thinking I had this to die for smile
I just knew you held me captive,
chemistry never played a part
we were just two parts of a puzzle
connecting, completing
in the end answering all the questions my
heart once asked
now here we are, it's been a while
yet it still feels like it’s that first time
when I realized without question,
you are the beating of my heart
©170920120940
hummingbird wings
beating swiftly --
my heart when near you
1/10/22
Entered in Damned I Be's Haiku contest
Before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things to say
Things that just can't wait
This pain she's lived with
Has made her push people away
She thought she wasn't worth it
So they weren't allowed to stay
But before her heart stops beating
Before it's too late
She has things she must say
Things that can no longer wait
To her parents,
She's sorry she couldn't hold on
As she lays there while
Her lasts breaths are being drawn
To her family,
Everyone who showed her love
She's sorry she couldn't stay
She had too many things she couldn't get rid of
To her friends,
She's sorry, too
It wasn't their fault
They did everything they could do
To the guy she left
Waiting for an answer to his question, "Why?"
She's sorry, but she knew
It would be a hard goodbye
To anyone else
She may've left out
She promises to remember you
When she gets to the end of her route
But before her heart stopped beating
She spoke the words that could no longer wait
Even though her words would reach us
Too late
a
Heart. Heart
Is beating. Is beating
Sending hope and promises.....
pumping ideals and ideas
reducing life's stresses.
ready to look for love
to accept to take..
for always..
xxxxxx.
Laying her back on the wall of her prison
Why was it different
It hurt more
Shocked more
Chest heavy
Grief affecting her
This terrible ache consuming every pore
Harder to swallow
It was him she's sure
She loons at me
I know the look
She's hiding behind the sofa
Saying he's been back banging on the door
I know it was the tumble dryer upstairs
Her eyes are bloodshot
A beautiful bright blue bloodshot
Wide as fish eyes
She's been pacing all night holding a knife
She's holding an umbrella
I took the knives last time she cut her wrists
She's in torn clothes as she tears at her flesh
I feel my flesh tear
That's her last nice dress
No longer nice but torn and red
I give her trousers and a belt
My own only just brought
They drown her
At least she's covered
She says he's been calling her all night on the phone
I took the phone when she smashed it on the wall
I try to think of everything
In the bathroom there's hair in the chipped shabby sink
She's been pulling it out by the roots
I feel my scalp it's sore, alien
I feel everything
I removed the scissors when she shredded her scalp cutting her hair off
Saying this is why he had her
Her long golden hair
My hair
Lithium pills
In the cabinet, too many
Too many pills
She should of taken these
She calms
I calm
Promising to take her pills, begging don't send me back to hell
But at the secure unit she's safe
I'm safe
Says she'll have a bath and
be better tomorrow
She's settled, I'm settled
So I leave
I'll come back in the morning
I sleep soundly
First night in months
The morning light gives me slight hope
I can't remember this feeling much
I hear a crash
I run
I'm taking too long
Kicking the door in
I thank God for kickboxing
She's swinging from the oak beam in the ceiling
My belt around her neck
Juddering
I look for a knife
I look for scissors
To cut her down
Cut me down
I look for a phone to call an ambulance
I feel my body juddering
My heart stop beating
The belt
The new belt
I hadn't thought about the belt
i saw the crow fly through the perfectly aligned tree tunnel
poplars that like soldiers stood.
i saw the crow fly through the draped purple lace air that like a prism hung,
into the enchanted forest.
another time, another place. where they had tied you to a wooden cross,
where they had lit the tinder that circled you,
where the flames rose to take you. from ashes to ashes...
it was there your bird lifted you, lifted you with his unusually large talons.
it was then your feathered creature flew you out, flew you to safety.
past your soldiers, still in perfect form.
past the adoring crowds,to your rightful place
where you sit on your throne queen of the gates,
and through it all you never cried. not even a whimper. you never blinked.
proud, royalty!,
you ruled with your heart,
always kind, always the light.
Maurice Yvonne
August 28 2014
Addictive Poetry Contest
"I loved her since the day I met her" by _Poet
I miss her much more now each and every day
She was my love in every which way
She walks her own lone path now
Wiped me from her brow
Beating here
Wow
Beating there
Memories do bow
In many ways I know how
So many words I wish to just say
I miss her much more now each and every day
I recall how we once strolled
together; how our hands met,
firmly clasped, yet gentle, as
would two puzzle pieces we fit –
Saw the greater picture...the
landscape mountains, then down
life's slopes, our sparse valleys
far greener than others for the
closeness we shared. We were
a true panorama when it came
to matters of love. No Gable and
Leigh~ just real, from head to
foot. Alive with all scents of
leisure and labor, the pungent
aroma of the many worldly
atmospheres inhaled, we moved
as one despite their differences, never
alone even when briefly parted.
Time, of course,
is merely, a soulless counter...
oblivious of human passions
unregulated. Oh, to give Time
a beating heart! Then love would only
start, start, and start....
my heart's beating why don't you see
in coffin why you do want me
rowing my unknown lonely boat
in dark sea playing sad eighth note
time's short when life will be set free
least my strength will last embrace me
extreme pain's drifting in mind's tree
don't want to die save my life boat
my heart's beating
from you and me we became three
in early life we smiled with glee
you were seen as queen in great coat
now doubt my life's lost that i wrote
a broken box have lost my key
my heart's beating
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
Contest Description: BEST RONDEAU POEM
17th November 2020
Beating muscle beneath frail skin,
Rigid bone beneath strong muscle,
A warm full of life fleshy heart,
Thumping with feeling and passion,
Taking a stand on your sleeve,
No lies can be told in flesh and blood,
A cold, worm filled, empty rib cage,
Cracked gnarled and hollow,
Hiding away beneath veins and sorrow,
Whispering sweet lies into your skin,
Frail flaky bone,
Brittle stretchy muscle,
When you’re dead and when you’re gone,
Who stays?
The bone
Who withers away?
The heart
Even in death the empty chasm lies
Even in death the empty chasm consumes
My feeble beating heart devoured by the earth
And the bones who lied their way out of it
I would say by the skin of their teeth
But we both know they don’t have room for it anymore
I call my apartment (my home) my nest,
with this and that collections and beloved stuff displayed:
Oh, when within my nest I am not stressed,
where my art supplies, books and papers are arrayed;
and it is a place where my soul- can rest.
There is a beautiful kitty that waits,
when I open the door I get meows, kisses and love:
I dread the day heaven opens the gates,
and kitty walks over rainbow bridge to above;
so, amazing the special love- life creates.
Often, I don't want to leave my nest home,
so nice to listen to quiet music, to draw and write:
In my home library I love to roam,
with the sun shining in the windows it feels right;
so I stop- selecting to read a vast tome.
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October 11, 2022
Poetry/Quintain(Sicilian)Non IP/Home is My Beating Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1493-732-11
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Three Stanza Poem in Quintain (Sicilian)
sponsor, L MILTON HANKINS, Judged 10/30/2022
Eighth Place
Inspiration
Deep within the mind it plays
Bounces around your heart
Scatters a picture which you care to see
To live to breathe
Inspiration
Without, we are blind
See less than the ignorant
Possess only a blank portrait
Lacking the needed brightness
Inspiration
Fondly seeks us
Discovers who we are
We live, we breathe
Life
Goddess breasts
And King rage
Stood atop high mountain
Within fog-haze heaven fountain
Proclaimed animosity
Seduction she destruction he
Planned in intricate intimate detail
Spanned thoughts depths good to evil
Delve deeper death
Devolve life or rotting unto another
Devoid they’ll stumble crumble
Rubble stubble see the wonderful
Beautiful ending chaos of love
Passionate embracing commences
****** finalizing hatred
Defenses halt all faltering attraction
Poison words become self-preserving reaction
Pitiful pitiless human race
Crass species welcoming defeat
Relieve relent life strife
This wife is now beaten bloody
Barren dragon satan devil spawn
Celestial snow painted blood-red
We are dead
Time reduces marvelously
Flesh erodes bloated bones
Appear traveler near observes
Immortals on high crying softly
Falling Olympus’ shroud tainted dyed
Maroon amber streams
Skeleton’s romance remains
Defames other’s vows
Promised hours till reaper doth part
Wedding bands golden
These eyes have beholden
Affection surpassing eternal sleep
Redemption veiled with mystery.
Blossoming
In the inner depths
Like a flower
warm touching emotions
Dressed in dark
Glowing
in the embers
A loving devotion
Sparking in dreams
Not being able
To do without
In the clouds
A gentle sigh
Within feelings
At one with
the silver lining
Shines beauty
Lifting the curtains
Sparkling emotions
A dazzling jewel
Smiling happiness
Raising the spirit
To the highest
A whisper falls
upon the breath
The soul sings out
Fluttering
In it's breeze
Gives wings
Love you take
The very breath away
The heart flies
In the spirit
of you
Without wings
Floating heartbeats
Banging on the drums
Within emotions
For you
my dream