Best Heart Of Gold Poems
The beauty of life, which is often unseen
I guess each of us has some sort dream
Intertwined with our ambitions and hope
Sometimes it seems so impossible to cope
Some days are blessed others are cursed
Life; unlike a play, we don’t get to rehearse
With diligent effort we rise up to the top
Refusing to slow down let-a-long stop
Top of the mountain offers a beautiful view
A place to reflect on how dreams come true
I’ve thought it all over and I believe it is true
My dreams are mine and yours belong to you
We have our own path with rivers to cross
We cherish the gain and we regret the loss
Each one of us has our tools, which we use
The right to decide how we walk in our shoes
There will always be those who criticize and judge
Always be someone who holds some sort of grudge
Misery Loves Company is the saying they tell
No one wants to lonely especially sitting in hell
Its best not to believe in good and bad luck
Accept responsibility and not pass the buck
Reach the point where there’s nothing left to hide
That’s when you find yourself beaming with pride
I never look at another to judge my own wealth
I never judge another as hard as I judge myself
Life is a journey, which has a beginning and end
Each life has its own special meaning to send
If I die today, the story I hope my life has told
I measured my success through my heart of gold
Friends who are so far apart
find it difficult to help when the
sweetest, gentlest people are in need.
How we of open hearts wish we were near:
to hug, and smile and tell our Catie-Did we care.
How we too are quite alone and wish
she’d write to us. How long the nights are
and the days. When all we’d wish for is a
sunny smile like Catie’s to brighten the gray.
Catie’s cards and phone call and general helping ways
have been the source of comfort to so many
even those far, far, away.
It takes a special person, never to taunt back
to those who are so weak of soul, they only
can attack. Catie cares in a Christian way
she turns the other cheek.
She’s full of words of poetry
but we’ve only seen a peek.
I pray she has more sunny days
I’ll do it right away.
Love YOU Catie Did
Giving Thanks
In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry,
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments.
This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
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Many of you have visited me
In this little corner of our world
Where words are measured
And viewed as treasures
From somewhere deep within;
Yet rarely have I said, “Thank you”
To all my poetic friends.
For stopping by with good cheer and warmth
Wishing me fare thee well;
Yet rarely do I reciprocate
Your uplifting magic spell.
Like star dust sprinkled everywhere
From the kindness you extol;
This simple phrase is all I have
To thank your heart of gold.
A HEART OF GOLD
A
Symbol of a
Seraphic being you are,
For to the hopeless, without a
Behest a chest of hope on a platter
Of silver you offered, and the cold
Maimed, with your fur, warmth
You gave.
To
The feeble minded
In the battle against cruel fate.
Courage for conquest you gave.
To the ravenous innards, through
The darkest ravine undaunted
You trod to feed.
The
Cleaved hearts from
Belied oath of love,
Solace, found in your
Salving speech.
The solitariness fissured hearts
In your companionship suture found.
Nothing
Have I seen,
That you would begrudge
For a heart of gold you have
Even your life, you would as lief
As the celestial liege give.
For his nature, in you reflects.
He, though, just a pearl had, but on
The altar of love down laid him.
For the hallowed carmine from his
Sinew our flaws to blot.
Oh
How like the sun you are
For though we are by distance barred.
Yet, the warmth of your benign rays
Here I feel.
(DEDICATED TO THE GIVER)
Near my heart fold is a robe made of gold
strung with fine rope of silver thread stitched hope
turbulent waves wash fabric so old
sun warmed breeze dry blows
I long for the some day
far away on distant shore
find a kind sun ray
while I dream about one day
In my own little world I build a glass globe
fill it there in with sand and trees and water and pleasant life untold
I find a small stream running from a mountain peak
I rest in the tall grass, baked by sunlight, populated by reeds
A blue bird sings on a willow tree
I can close my eyes and now I feel free
from stress and life and city filled strife
Then I awake and there is a hope that one way
I find my way there someday with a heart full of gold
that I can unfold under the sun's bright hold
Heart of Gold
She camouflages her gold
vaulted in smiles
shrouded in humor
glimmers of hope suspended
her armor is made to shield
arrows of affection deflected
Amour was histories last dance
only a pirate of captains rank
would understand this ancient map
splintered shovel may be rusted
sea salt takes its toll
every pirate seeks a treasure
and sails the world to know
where such gems may be buried
alas when you find good fortune
put your feet to land
traverse fields of flowers
and give that gal your hand
Kiss her tenderness, buried beneath
lofty passions
after a heart so pure
treasures to beholden
love often interred far en deep
Poet: Ken Jordan
Story: Heart Of Gold
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: February/2015
There is a little boy, maybe
eight years old, in Freeport, in the
Bahamas, that doesn't know he's poor,
and hustling to survive.
His gracious soul left me with
a humble heart, and the image of him,
will always be itched in my mind.
He was polite with a smile
that lit-up the harbor, as he sold his
mother's tea cakes from a cardboard box
for a dollar.
His unselfish spirit, and
Yet, sad eyes, greeted me,
long before he said a word.
He was setting on a concrete slab
near the waterfront, behind a dilapidated
wall of ruins, to shield himself from
the (unusually) cold February Island winds.
His clothes were torn, tattered;
he had no coat, and he wore no shoes,
and his eyes defined the meaning of,
"below the poverty line."
Yet, he was a kind little boy,
and through life's short coming's,
he remained grateful, humble, and
still managed to smile.
The thought of being poor
never crossed his mind, he did what
his mother ask him to do, just sale
tea cakes, that she made for a dollar.
The image of this precious
little boy, from Freeport, will
forever be captured in my mind,
and in my heart -
So when you go to Freeport,
in the Bahamas, I hope you're blessed
to meet the little boy with the great
big smile, and a cardboard box,
selling tea cakes near the waterfront.
A heart of gold once turned to stone,
Her love so deep yet she sits alone.
Alone in her thoughts there’s still a fear,
Fear of rejection as she sheds a tear.
She lays awake most of the night,
It’s all her emotions she holds tight.
Sharing them means being real,
Her heart is not an easy steal.
She gave her heart few times before,
Now she’s scared to open that door.
At times like this she just asks why,
Is this the way to say goodbye?
Her love for him is deep and true,
Her love so strong it feels so new.
A new emotion she just can’t hide,
She feels it all from deep inside.
She’s longed for a lover not just a friend,
This is something she doesn’t want to end.
By: Chandelle Bird
I think i'm getting lost
In what seems to be a dream
This is quite possible
If you keep talking to me
My heart is beating harder
Beating within my chest
You're running across my mind
And giving it no rest
Your eyes are worth a thousand words
And your smile a million more
With your heart being of gold
How can i not adore
I met a sweet lady today
who has a heart as big
as can be.
She has a heart
of gold.
She was all and more
of what I had heard
about her.
She made me feel
so at ease, as I talked
with her.
She raised her son Dale
right, with old fashion
ideals and morals
grounded into his
soul.
She has been through
some rough and sad times
as of late, but this dear lady
still marches on,
because she has a heart
of gold that refuses to
give up and yield to defeat.
She helps others, before she
thinks of herself.
She really reminds me of my
own mother, this is why
I admire her so much, with
just one meeting I learned a
lot from this fine lady.
She gives out love just
as my own mother did,
this lady was and is my
Grandson Brandon's other Grandmother,
and now I can see where he
gets the love that sparkles
in him that he tries to give to others,
I will say one thing, I sure
am glad that I got to meet
this lady with a heart of gold.
written 5-1-11
Dale is my son-in-law and Brandon's father) I met his mom for the first time today, she is visting here from Florida.-
Her beauty was envied by maidens in her town,
She sparkles like a diamond on her purest charm.
Her scent is like a honeysuckle stings on every man.
No one can replace the sweetness of her smile.
But beneath her glance is a broken flesh,
Torn memories happened when she was six.
She was molested by the hands of a beast.
Her future was brokenly impaired.
Time ran fast,she has bloomed to her finest.
A heart that's gold picked her up to a garden.
Trying to restore the broken pieces of her soul.
Her wounds have healed,a beautiful scar left alone.
She is a woman transformed in kintsukuroi hands.
A sense of vitality and resilience covered her soul.
She'd been broken but fixed with love and devotion.
She is shining like a nickled amorphous vial.
Walking in the aisle,her man is waiting for a vow.
01.06.2014
Gonna pull you off that pedestal
the one I built of
tough oak and ten penny nails
still standing,
deep in my heart.
Never asked for this broken consolation prize
all angels in heaven,
and my sisters, chastise.
Always hoped you'd be okay, important to say,
you've done well,
you chose so well..
in him.
Still smarts, a memory that saw me red-faced,
your lost suitor, lovelorn less or more,
yet you never made fun,
I've always wondered
why.
Still review life like a film, hope ya don't mind..
stuck in rewind,
all these years on..
why'd you ever let me get
so close?
Happy for second place, or maybe third,
this piece of my life, and yours
just to be in a heart's running,
gold, silver, or bronze
was once,
such a lovely race.
Weakness lies in the heart of gold,
a heart of gold can still be broken.
O man of empathy, so naive,
who gives until all has been taken.
Hearts of gold are unsustainable,
their foundations appear strong and true,
but life, stalking, like a lion,
hiding in the tall grass, unexpected as always,
He rips, and tears, far beyond repair!
Oh, what a fib! Such claptrap, and twaddle!
Do you still claim your heart to be
made out of some precious metal?
Why do I do it to myself.
why do I expect everyone to be so honest and so open
I feel like my trust has been broken so many times that i'm in denial that all people are dishonest and disloyal.
I go into everything expecting everyone to act the same,
but in this world there are people with evil intentions.
What makes them say what they say?
and what makes them do what they do?
Do they know how they treat people?
So many questions that will never be answered.
maybe that's my problem. I expect reasons for the way people treat me.
why do people do the things they do to me and why do i allow it and what are the warning signs?
Is it just me am I thinking too much into it?
am I crazy because I feel its making me crazy.
I'm just a ball of emotions and i get so frustrated when I can't solve the puzzles of the unknown. I wish I could understand or read people to see what they are about before my "lala land" mentality screws me over once again. Why can't I just expect the worst from every one why must my heart be golden?