Best Healthheart Poems


To Your Health

To Your Health

I read an article that said laughing's good for you
It strengthens the heart muscle, it's something you should do
It made me think about my health and all the things I see
That I should eat to guarantee a new and better me

So I thought that I would change, what do I have to lose
If all the experts say its right, it must not be a ruse
I just got back from shopping, bought a lot of healthy things
I'm going to test the theory, see what improvements that it brings

Today, while on my treadmill, I snacked on tofu puffs
While lifting dead weights with my arms, but that was not enough
I quenched my thirst with carrot juice, all freshly squeezed of course
And munched on a granola bar, a sure heart healthy source

I had a bowl of Cheerios, floating in some Silk
I'd heard that it was healthier then even nonfat milk
For lunch I had a yogurt, it was the non fat kind
I also hid the salt shaker, out of sight, out of mind

Later in the day I thought I'd like to take a break
So to sooth my hunger, I munched on a rice cake
By dinner  I was ravenous, my cravings unfulfilled
This healthy kick that I was on was not as it was billed

I guess I need to give more thought to the changes I will make
But for now I'll finish up, this inch thick pan seared steak
Perhaps I moved too quickly, cause I don't like the food I bought
So starting with tomorrow,  I'll just laugh a lot


Placed 12th in D.P."s ANY FUNNY POEM contest

My Contribution To the Cheesy Cheating Contest

Here is my little cheating song,
Contribute to this gross contest and play along,
I was cheated on many years ago,
It hurt like hell this you should know,

Anyways she came back home to me,
She used a condom to you see,
But condoms do not always work,
So I got something from the jerk.

It cleared up with some pills and surgery,
But the heart was filled with pain and misery,
So go ahead write your poems and make fun,
It just proves your heart is with the evil one!

The Heart

Such a fragile tool within our chest
quietly beating beneath our breast

The heart can open up
like a bright sunny day
or sag like a weeping willow
as the breeze slowly sway

the heart lights up
like dawn after the night
or holds back
like a small boy in fright

the heart fragile
like a cub in the snow
or magnificently performing
like a troupe with a show

the heart is alone
trapped in a well
or an adventurous old man
with secrets to tell

the heart can be cold
like ice in the arctic
or progressively hot
a new item on the market

the heart can be alive
unable to be bled
or the heart can be dying
R.I.P. we mournfully said


Fight For Life

Take every single day in your stride.
Through everything she will guide.
Never give up, no matter what you face.
Right here on earth, fight for your place.
Every beat of your heart feel grateful for.
For you never know when you'll be knocking on heavens door. 
Follow your heart as it knows best.
Stay in this world for you are blessed. 
Best of luck for your fight, stay strong.
For you shall be at peace in not too long.
Don't fear leaving this earth.
Live everyday at it's best for that's what it's worth!
© Dark Angel  Create an image from this poem.

My Heart Speaks To Your Ears

Stethoscope in ears.
Why listen so intently?
Be sure heart doesn't murmur.
Beats must be even.
Life depends on steady flow.
Do not need to blow a valve.



Note: This is for my best friend Jimmy who has a heart murmur.

Broken-Hearted

I wonder if you know?
How my heart aches so
There’s nothing I can say
To stop you from carrying on this way
Brought together by fate
A friendship we did create
Sisters to the heart and soul
No one would ever know
Though we didn’t share a blood Mother
But I love you like no other
Threaded together in a life of strife
The pain cuts like a knife
To watch you take those pills
And see you oh so ill
If I could take away the pain 
The pain that makes you think 
I can’t see you sink 
Into a darker dark 
 When did all this start?
My patients are running thin 
Hiding won’t make you win 
This battle of addiction 
Again I have to listen 
To those daily doses of wonder 
and questions that come from under 
Can you feel the braking heart of
your sister? 

 
                                   This was written for my sister who lives with addiction


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