Best Half Poems
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please
fill please
in you
my would
heart
by
cupping
your
right
hand
over
the
right
side
of
the
poem
and
pray
for
healing
Half of my heart is not well
Please cup your hand to complete it..
"If I could have put you in my heart,
if but I could have wrapped you in myself,
how glad I should have been.
And now the chart
of memory unroils again to me.
The course of our journey here,
here where we part." D.H. Lawrence
Sunset descended behind the willow trees
Into the sea, it seemed to sink and drown
Alone and grieving, hair tousling in the breeze
for one there is no comfort to be found
as he sits staring at the gathering clouds
Lost in memories, overwhelmed with despair
Tears rain from weary reddened eyes
He's an abstract painting of desolation
brush strokes in shades of somber blue
No sunlight appears to brighten today's skies
Only darkness that comes from sad au Revoirs
No words of bereavement can he speak to express
the doleful depth of wistful loneliness
nor the solemn fathoms of elegiac emptiness
Melancholy looms half past midnight's darkest hour
There's a bitterness he swallows, acerbically sour
"This too shall come to pass," I remember to say ~
"In these days of forlorn sorrow
the world must seem hauntingly grim
each time you close your eyes and think of him"
I feel his angst from such an emotional loss
Against it his mind must be raging
Death has no compassion for the young of age
the kind ones who never hurt anyone
the bright ones whose light should never fade away
Weeping for Hazza, he lamentably grieves
watching storm tossed waves roll over angry seas
I hope there's truth in believing broken hearts mend
for the one who's been wounded and bleeding
as another sunset descends behind the willow trees
He sees no evil
only good
his right hand
does not know
what the left hand does
And in his dreams
his left leg
runs in a different
direction
and makes him crash
He chases illusions
through foggy fields
embraces half
the world
And in his crooked smile
his right eye shines bright
with mischief
and love
I search the skies
for a signal,
a sign,
of hope, of trust, of promise
amongst the celestial beauty.
Is it in the setting sun
that warms
like the giving of your heart?
Is it in the glistening stars
that sparkle
like the twinkle in your eyes ?
Is it in the comets
that streak across the sky
like that smile streaking across your face?
Oh it must be the half-moon
such beauty and grace
glowing for all to see.
For you are the other half
The one that completes me.
Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.
Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,
Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.
Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.
Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.
(my lyrics for a country song, but with no music yet.)
Well, my momma -bless her soul - she brought me up good.
She taught me all she knew and she taught me what she should,
She took me to a church and she made me knock on wood.
Still, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
‘Cause I’m sittin’ here and thinkin’ that you’re look’in mighty fine.
You set my heart to pound’in and I’d like to make you mine.
But I’m such a careful gal though I walk a thin line,
Yeah, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke,
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
Well, I’m contemplatin’ things with you I’m not supposed to do.
If I’m halfway to Hell, they’ll put me all the way through!
But I’m only HALF-stupid - unlucky for you!
Yes, Honey, I’m a half-baked sinner.
Yes, I know you’ve got your pride, but listen, so do I.
I might not tell the truth, but I sure don’t tell no lie!
And I never will give in, for if you ask me why,
It’s because I’m just a half-baked sinner.
Repeat Chorus:
Oh, a half-baked sinner; that’s all I am.
Stuck here in the middle of “Nowhere Land.”
A half-baked sinner, I’m God’s little joke
but I still have my spirit ‘cause I’m only half-broke!
evaporating
mercury
it's past my daytime
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In my solitude...all alone tonight
I walked along a path in the woods
In the glow of half moonlight
Thinking to myself...thinking about my friends
Thinking if I'll see them all
When my own life ends
In my solitude...when I walked along the path
Thinking thoughts of my fun times
Well, I just had to laugh
Thinking to myself...thinking way back when
Thinking if again we'll share
Those lovely laughs again
In my solitude...as I had walked alone
I reached down on the path I walked
And I picked a lonesome stone
Thinking to myself...can I reach those stars
Can I throw it far enough
That the stone will land on mars
In my solitude...all alone tonight
I walked along a path in the woods
In the glow of half moonlight
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Every morning I wanna wake to your face.
Empty are the walls.
Bare is my soul for without you this is
just a place.
Head apon pillow deep in slumber without a care.
I curse shadows and lose
myself in the sent of her hair.
I miss you befor you even leave.
The foolish try.
Emotions are not hidden well
apon the sleave.
She saw the man befor the ghost.
The ship sits out off shore.
As the pain does linger just off
the coast.
In hand brings more comfort than
in heart.
You felt all.
So without warning you did depart.
Every morning just befor light chases
night away.
I sit and curse the reason I could no longer
stay.
Empty as the lost who's life
sit's in a cart.
To exist is a struggle when your
forever missing
the other half of your heart.
I sit in scarlet-slashed silence
refusing to permit the
piercing dark
to stain the sky with ugliness ~
so forgive the
receptors of resilient rectangles;
I witness smoke of confusion
drifting through
a distorted perspective
while ink bleeds
3 a.m. across the caffeinated canvas
where crimson
crowns blurred
borders of boundaries,
leaving no room for twisted tales
to tamper and tweak the truth
of a mind devoted to
peace and poetry ~
while the host of hostility
bereft of humility
plots to curate cortisol
forked within
the silverware of spite
let not the hurt ~
O inverted intruder
teach the bruised blade
to talk in textures
that could trigger
a tormented tornado
beneath ice-cold nails
as karma follows
the feline eyes
of cruel consequences
to your doorstep
I chose to be the current
flowing above unapologetic roses
no longer seeking
validation nor sagas
spoken soundlessly to the stars
I mark the withering
of wickedness
and woeful words
to embrace the
light of Heaven’s house ~
the ultimate ultraviolet
dripping from the
hands of hope
read me as I reweave
a valley of awakened dreams
where desires
spell themselves
in deep blues of devotion
nevermore vainly vulnerable ~
amidst the geography
of gilded grace
crossing the length of my limbs
until I arrive
at a guiltless lane of immutable love…
It’s half past three.
I am fully awake ~
but I am neither
an insomniac nor a sleeper,
merely a word-dreamer
in love with Poetry ...
Can one count the pieces of a broken heart?
Can a flag half staff proudly wave?
Will kites still rise in staccato weather,
or partial freedom be less than a slave?
Explain this measure of a hearts half beat
wind that blows yet never reaches the trees
the disfigured countenance of a dreamers disgrace
how half body dreams cry imbalance in between
Tarnished stains of unpolished silver
flyblown details of a life unabridged
groping for a fortress forged by slivers
unfit by the stages between and betwixt
shifting weight from east to west
dodging shadows of intent and neglect
standing at the post where the middle never met
like a chromosome missing beholding whats left
Oh to be pregnant with hope
then giving birth to a portion revoked
How does one survive the division
of two halves opposing a whole
What brightness can a light once shining
affect through half of a soul?
and where is the joy in knowing
without two halves you'll never be whole?
A heart scattered in fractions
equations refusing an algorithms find
These are the conundrums which riddle
and the factors left baffling the span of time
My better half whispers for me to do right.
I never listen to my soul until I'm desperate.
I feel it,I breath it.It makes my stomach roar.
My better half tells me I'm hungry. Eat.
I process the field of battle.
Just one more time.
Ill plant my flag.
My hands are stained red.
I am at the door to victory.
But the door is locked
The key wont turn.
Foiled again.
If you do that once more I'm done.
You promised. Swore.
Pledged your allegiance to my flag.
My flag is old and in need of repair.
Honor to my flag.It's done.
The battle is won in defeat.
I need one more chance.
My better half is taking a victory lap.
As lightening shone and thunder blew
I danced the dance that dancers do
They danced it back and asked if I
Would mind them dancing through the night
I thought no harm could come of this
Besides, such company I’ve missed
Thus, on we danced so unaware
That torrent rains beyond compare
Fell down in floods on higher ground
And like a wall came crashing down
Then somewhere in a step half made
The dance I danced was washed away
Now all that’s left for you to see:
Remains of the catastrophe
Oh, hopefully from this you’ll know
Don’t ever dance when thunder blows
Accepts me for what I am.
Believes me for what I can.
Cares for me all the time.
Drives me crazy.
Encourages me to do my best.
Follows up and follows me through.
Guides me when I am lost.
Honors my feelings and decisions.
Informs me when I don't know.
Judges me not so quickly.
Kissess me everyday.
Loves me unconditionally.
Marries me only.
Nourishes my relationship to God.
Plays with me ocassionally.
Quickly forgives my mistakes.
Reminds of me of my greatness.
Saves me from everything.
Teaches me the life's lessons.
Understands my shortcomings.
Value everything what I share.
Wakes me up every morning.
Xperiencees ups and downs with me.
Yearns to stay with me.
Zest to live, love, and laugh with me 'till the end
May 26, 2017