Best Half(A) Poems
. Half-a-Life
Approaching the first sign of hell.
An instrument of the baby tell.
I receive the blood in a Limbo womb .
An embryo conceived from a cell.
A set life waiting to bloom.
9 months to be stuck inside of a shell.
The first pain of labor revels my doom.
I exit to another Half Life to roam and dwell.
I vanished all excitement in the waiting room.
Abused in my first moment, just to here me yell.
My lungs full of life entering my second tomb.
Yelling my guts to an evil smell.
The smell of entering the Gates of Hell.
By:P.D.
I found it snugly tucked away,
Held deep within her private things
Hidden under lock and key
Was there more than eyes could see
A secret love that couldn't be?
That other past, what did it cost?
Where was the heart, that had been lost?
A cherished thing, .... a poem, of bliss
A letter, too, that held a kiss
Precious keepsake, or was it not?...
Was it heartbreak, was it not?
Perhaps it's not for me to know
She was young, and fair of skin
Perhaps,.... and then.., perhaps,... and then...
Does it tell of secret love?
Another spring, or just a whim?
A treasured time, a change of fate?
The date it holds, confuses me
Revealing now, "what might have been?"
When sleep upon her eyelids came
And took her fairness far from here
What held her name, with antique flair
Of lilacs blooming, roses paired
With half a heart, and secrets blamed?
This tells me something, something dear...
Someone loved her, someone cared
long before my Grandpa dared
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1/6/16 For Catie Lindsey's Contest: "Half A Heart" Free Verse Extravaganza
When he blew into my life,
I was a flower, just starting to bloom.
With high velocity,
he tried to uproot me from solid ground.
I gave him my heart
but all the while - I was thirsting, thirsting. . .
for even half the consideration
I displayed for him
to be returned somehow to me.
But it seems my whirlwind romance
was all inside my pretty little head,
for it certainly was not the reality of what we really had.
Yet, OH! How very real it was to me.
Poetry flowed through me,
and I learned this was my way
of nourishing my soul, allowing me to cope.
With the outpouring of my emotions into poetry
I could put my disappointments onto paper,
release my anguish into something more concrete!
Words became my anchor; for in the words of my poems
I ultimately found my clarity.
Through the outpouring of my soul,
I would sometimes excuse his thoughtlessness.
The desire was in his eyes, but his actions belied it.
I would ask myself how he could not return to me
that same-felt love he had to be seeing in my eyes.
And for a time,
I took from him
any ray of sun that he chanced to shine on me
with his smile.
That is. . .until the day I saw him
with his wife.
Later, I pressed him and he confessed it all.
How yes, he had a wife. He’d simply never told me.
All those times he passed near me
like a warm breeze wafting into my day,
all those times he flirted so outrageously
yet not wanting to take me out into the open.
It all made perfect sense now.
I wilted
and yet,
I was thankful I had never let
him pluck me up,
as romantic as it might have been.
I learned in time
that his half a heart was,
in fact, a half
of nothing.
Written 1/11/2016
For the "Any Poem Not For A Contest, Ever" Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
You died, thus half of me died.
My pain is unbearable!
There is nothing anyone can say or do
that can ease my hurt
or bring me a minuscule amount of comfort.
When I close my eyes
I see your face smiling at me.
And it breaks my heart
every time I picture you.
Death severed my heart in half!
And now, I drown in a river of tears
flowing into an ocean of grief.
Clinging to half a heart
I slip into a world of memories and dreams,
desperately trying to escape reality.
What good is half a heart?
And is it worth salvaging
when half of it is missing?
There is no wish or magic elixir
that can bring you back.
My loss is irretrievable!
I'm to live out my remaining years
missing half of my heart.
For, until death reunites us;
I will never feel whole again.
.......And Now For The Next Half A Century!
Over 50? Bring it on!
Feeling so empowered
Learning now that life's for grabs
So much to be devoured!
Over 50? Piece of cake
Sitting on my laurels
Fed them, read them, washed them, wed them
Taught them all their morals
Over 50? Feeling great!
Welcoming that wrinkle
Gravity - go do your thing
My eyes will always twinkle
Over 50? Never wiser!
Learning to say no
Earned my moods lost some feuds
Now basking in the glow
Over 50? Liking me
Dressing as I please
Goodbye fads, hello plaids
I ve no one to appease
Over 50? No regrets
Think it s pretty nifty
Guess I ll stick around a bit
To check out things at sixty!
Politicians laud praise and beam
About our heroes’ gift extreme
Oh-so-young they died!!
But the dream they’ve denied
Is no more war as this day's theme
Author's Note: I heard a lot of homage, but nothing that makes me believe that the significance of the sacrifice is understood by our leaders and many former soldiers who were interviewed. There is little hope for us if we haven't learned by now.
The Johnsons' vacation in Island Bay
To get there they drive an awful long way
Over hill, over dale
Then across dusty trails
They check in and get to stay half a day
gw limerick June 07, 2022
I have half a mind,
To just let go,
Let go of notions,
Which plague me so.
What's it really matter,
If I lose or if I win,
Isn't it that I played,
That matters in the end?
I played from the heart,
And gave it all I got,
With honor and pride,
I've attained this spot.
But like I said before,
You know I have half a mind,
To just let it all go,
No more effort, no more trying...
But the other half sustains,
That which I am thankful For,
Pushing me with great strength,
I can take flight and soar.
And the higher I fly,
From efforts past spent,
The greater I espy,
The grandness of men.
Oh I have half a mind,
To give up, throw the towel in,
But I still have half a mind,
To find a way to soar again!
Half A Heart
For many years, I have lived
inside my shell with half a heart...
the other part inside you rests.
No matter what you do or where you are,
my other half will complete you.
My half a heart is with you dear,
in your dreams when day is done;
through all your sun or rain filled days,
each dark or starry moonlit night.
And when you work and when you play
my half a heart is helping you.
It keeps you warm in cold of day.
It keeps you strong in dark of night.
My half a heart beats very hard,
because a part of you I am
and always there to help you through.
But don't you worry, cause you see
I really have a full heart too.
Since half of yours is inside me
my heart is whole, complete with you.
Sandra M. Haight
~7th Place~
Contest: Your Best Free Verse Love Poem
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Judged: 02/08/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse Love Poem
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 09/22/2016
Once in a while,
It would be good to feel,
That I'm not alone,
That I AM real.
Once in a while,
It would be kinda nice to know,
That I'm not invisible,
That I'm not a Hoe. (MEANING GARDENING TOOL)
But only having half a heart,
Makes it kinda hard to move on.
I will learn a lot,
From his little con.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
But when I am only left with half heart.
It's kinda hard not to take rejection hard.
Another one is walking around,
With his little stripper,
His little crown.
She has no idea who she'd end up with,
Giving birth in the hospital.
No one with her.
But only having half a heart,
Makes it kinda hard to move on.
I will learn a lot,
From his little con.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
But when I am only left with half heart.
It's kinda hard not to take rejection hard.
Raise our hands,
Clap to the beat,
Of a hummingbird's wings.
Just remember I'm still here,
The only one,
The only one,
In love with you...
But only having half a heart,
Makes it kinda hard to move on.
I will learn a lot,
From his little con.
I am a dreamer,
I am a believer,
But when I am only left with half heart.
It's kinda hard not to take rejection hard.
We are strong,
Cold to the core,
We gotta let you know,
We're not your doll anymore.
Streets in New York City seem
Unusually quiet.
Business isn’t typical –
You really can’t deny it.
Traffic’s very light;
Though stores are open, schools are not.
Half a holiday is what
It seems that we have got.
Though the market’s selling stocks,
You can’t buy any stamps.
Check your bank before you go -
They’ve split into two camps.
Workers either celebrate
A day to stay in bed
Or for the other half,
An average day of work instead.
New Years and Thanksgiving
And some others, we’ve agreed
Are days for all to celebrate,
And that’s been guaranteed.
Columbus Day is not the same,
For many folks on staff
Are stuck without a holiday
Or rather, just a half.
It's couplet time but I am shy one person short of a couple.
If I don't find a partner soon, I'm going to be in trouble.
I understand they call the term "set in their ways".
Or content to be on my own, oh happy days.
For too long now I've ruled my roost and jumped into my car.
Whenever the notion takes me to drive near or far.
Especially now the kids are grown and living far afield.
I can make an excuse to visit them and drop in for a meal.
Couples are nice to look at from a distance now I find.
I no longer wish I had a he who I was his and he was mine.
Dining out is so passe, I much prefer to eat at home.
Or even order take out, by simply lifting the phone.
My couple days are over, I'm a born again spinster now.
Roll on rockin' retirement, who needs a man anyhow?
22/08/2016
HALF A COUPLET
N/A
Couplet Time-
Contest deadline:
9/21/2016
Finalised:
8/27/2016 8:08:00 PM
Now entered in TAKE THE DAGGER FROM MY HEART contest by Broken Wings
We are still the youthful creatures
With hearts that are disturbed by the bleakness
Only acknowledging testimony and what is given
Without noticing the hearts that clarifies disruption
From a meaningless imagination to fictional philosophy
From the vibrant orange smiling throughout the daytime
To the circular block of cheese that illuminates the night sky
The hearts of the guiltless pawns have not yet been filled
Dreaming under a meteor or a meteor shower of destruction
The pitiful pawns showed invisible dread and zero fear
Existing in a playground of building blocks or a wild circus
Fulfilling every moment with worthless activities
Riding the river in the direction the wind glides
Leisurely watching the sand in the hourglass fall
Humming lullabies when the weary doze by pills
Their hearts lack veins and blood that are clueless
Some handled and tamed but always savage inside
With a bare purpose to frolic and to drown in mirth
Nor affection, nor death would they be shaken by
Hence a colourful mind and half a heart dwells
In all our first meetings of the day
she greets with deeper intent
gazing religiously into my eyes as I indulge.
When tiredness betrays my countenance
without request, she renders
a service of a good shoulder massage.
When I’m almost getting sad
she holds my hand tightly
for both palms to intimately share
her cool moisturizing tenderness.
When duties are paused for a break
she comes to me to discuss serious matters
but makes herself playfully comfortable.
She’s very obedient and quick to act
whenever I’m in a place of need
making my place of work more comfortable than home.
My heart becomes convinced and consented
for the expression of a deeper level of intimacy
but surprisingly, a bed warmer is all that she needs.
O that beautiful day as a teen!
Our eyes met while the hearts danced lightly,
Like primrose blooms shying from the winds.
We grew a little older, our eyes shot meteors
Which got embedded in the others's heart.
So knotted did the hearts get that they
Couldn't free from the love entanglement.
I pulled it to go back with me,
But your heart ripped mine and took
Half of it along with you,
To remain with you
In your modest home of love,
Under the shadow of your protection.
We exchanged our marriage rings
And vowed silently of our life ahead.
The years passed and babies took up our hours.
Together we nurtured them for years,
In our modest home of love to remain
In the shadow of our protection.
I gave half my heart to you
The other half I gave to my girls
Now my complete heart is with you
And our grown up babies.
I give it all so happily,
Never to ever want it back.
January 24, 2016
*Half A Heart is sentimental as it is reaches the depths of a woman's heart who by giving parts of her heart to her loved ones, ends up giving her compltee heart to her family and is happiest about it.