Best Coeur Poems

Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are mentioned by name in the holy bible.
Hosts of angels appear...

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"Cœur de Lion"

what makes a hero?

the hero heart 
doesn’t beat
it roars, 

calling in all 
the shrouds
ears and eyes open

eventually,
they all hear
the call

what makes a hero?
today, you may be,
but maybe not, tomorrow

what of tomorrow?
the child inside 
queries adult quandary

fear faced front on
more than words
read and spoken

the...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of the accented “é”
 ending his first name and preceding the accented “é” of his surname. The poem is dedicated
 to...

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"La banque du cœur"




To traverse the deadly deep canyons
of my heart you would need a suit of the 
hardest amour -
steel chain mall and 
crucifix is of no use,
you’d be better equipped with 
Jousting pole and an 18 hand Stallion, 
A Holy Roller quicker 
than...

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the empty chambers 
of a heart buried deep, 
low beneath a vibrant earth, 
darkly fed by brackish storms 
washed into catchbasins 
wetly percolate through broken clay 
through caverns delved by mineral roots 
building languid waves 
silent currents pushed upon 
borders of an unseen shore 
burbled...

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It Pitter-Patters Down My Heart

(Another possible translation of  Paul Verlaine’s « Il pleure dans mon cœur » by T. Wignesan)

It pitter-patters down my heart
Just as it does over the town.
What’s this languorous thought
Which creeps into my heart ?

Oh ! the gentle tred of the...

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Mon cœur est pur 
Comme la nature
Je te voie dans mes rêves
Pour moi tu vaux cher

Est-ce que tu le vois est-ce que tu l’sens
Que je t’aime énormément
S.V.P fais-moi signe
Tu es ma feuille de vigne

Je regarde souvent
Je pense à toi tout le temps
Je suis en amour
Avec...

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I want  you to want me, like 
you used too. 
When we were still in love 
And time and fate were on our 
side
When I didn't have those 
terrible feelings of wanting to 
die;
I want you to want me like you 
first did
When I...

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Coeur d'Alene, Heart of the Awl,
     gem of the north,
you tamed my hatred of this desert state
and gave me sunlight sparkling on
blue lakes under scented pines....

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One thing that I know,
That I know nothing.
We are but cattle,
If we don't look deep.
Know thyself
Or know naught.
Difference in hue
Disguises the divine spark
That we all share.
So you are my neighbour
And I must love you as myself.
Where you suffer,
So must I.
We are bound together,
Though we seem...

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It would never be the same
this heart, aching in the moment,
growing “a la Grinch”,
seeded with a look, a gaze
gossamer, this veil of lust
this gentle coup of crown and throne
this empty castle - drawbridge down.


©6/21/2018

for Seven lines of romantic heaven Poetry Contest...

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Vive l’héro
La chanson voisine des louanges
Et toi-

Tu m’as laissé
Au sommet 
De leur jeu 

Et j’ai pleuré
Tout seul
Sans arrêt, comme une veille chute d’eau 

Mais quand 
Tu n’es pas retourné, pour retrouver 
Ta jeunesse d’antan

Pourquoi 
Personne ne vient 
Pour me demander?

Comment
Oui, comment j’ai arrêté
De pleurer


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They are the walking dead;
I know their fate and see their dismay.
How they scurry, fury, and grapple to go –
Running in circles to try and save their own.

Ninety-two spheres gone by
As I sit here and watch
Their lives gone awry. 
“Put your top-hat and coat on,...

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Approach, slow, steady, a padlock chained gate
Stand still, calm, resolute, you might be let in
Proceed, easy, savor, it was worth the wait
Breathe in, breathe out, fragrant air of the garden
The sacred space of her heart, tended by fate
Light shines, illuminates, bounces off the skin
Dazzled, awe,...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching your breath enter and leave, the rise and fall of such loveliness.,
reminded of our miracle wings as they unfolded in...

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