Best Heart Searching Poems
Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much anger,so much mistrust,
Always expecting the worst,
Always conversing about the bad
things life has to offer,
Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much hurt,so much pain,
Bottled up bad experiences overflowing,
Crying to be unleashed,to be released,
Behind those beautiful eyes,
High expectation,countless plans,
Many things to still achieve,
So many things you still haven't done,
Behind those beautiful eyes,
Is a body,searching for comfort,
A mind,searching for peace,
And a heart searching for true love,
All behind those beautiful eyes.....
Petals drenched in poison pearls of emerald envy,
carefully placed objectives whilst adrift in my tears of realization
Longing sorrowful souls among lilac lakes,
buried deep into somber depths of tinkering procrastination
Starving for ruby righteousness and pristine perfection, and yet still reaching towards a tilt heart searching desperately sunset embers
Distinguishing luminescent authenticity among
bittersweet endives drifts away with each cooling December
Shall I pursue soft screams for kissed loving
ethereal roses dazzled with enchanting sensations
To float away from every twisted hazing hoax with every spoken whirling weapon - coated with fabrications
I need to know that you think about me
as often as I think about you
I need to know that I'm in your thoughts constantly
for this shows that our love is true.
I need to feel your heart searching mine
to make sure that my love is pure
for I can easily say that my love is genuine
but I need you to need to be sure.
I happen to know that love will grow
and bloom beautifully for anyone who tries
but what happens to love if you let it go
without nurturing it? Simply, it dies.
I need to see your love for me
each time that I look into your face
I need to feel that you need me desperately
when I am away in some other place.
I need to know that you long for my touch
when I am not where you happen to be
I love you sweetheart, I need you so much
and I just need for you to need me.
by
Benjamin Macieo Davis
ThePrinceofPoetry
My Dearest,
I think of you by day…dream of you by night
Your ever enchanting embrace has grief stricken a once cold heart
The beckoning of your lips has erupted a resting volcano, imploding as if embers of a fire were lit
For you called to me, my dearest
For you touched the innermost deepest part of my soul, releasing me from my agony
Calling to me, whispering the never ending sound of a thousand waves cascading all around me
Your touch, a soft delicate graze resting upon my cheek
Your eyes, a symphony of light and hope
The pureness of your soul has enchanted mine, a symphony of melodies floating like sprinkles in the mist
Lonely, I was…A restless heart searching for the place to call home
Home….Home I have found in you my love
To rest my heart, my soul…to rest upon love’s warmest hour
Blossoming as if touched by the sun itself our love evolves, ever changing, ever turning
For every rose must brave the bitterness of the cold winter’s chill to meet with the warmth of the sun’s rays once again.
So too must our love…
Forever can never last long enough, an eternity feels as a moment
Forever enthralled, captured in the sweetest moments of the echoing beats of my own heart for you
Years may pass…bringing forth changes
Yet our love has surpassed every season…every coldest night…every tear shed
True love cannot die… cannot be broken…cannot be undone
It lives on, within… through the darkest nights
My love for you my dearest is the iridescent glow of the moon, when your heart feels the most pain
It is the voice whispering I love you, when moments are unbearable
I shall always love you…until the beating of my heart shatters like a broken mirror
Until time ceases to stop….ending the ticking…the drumming of an old clock
My love exists for you and you alone
Forever and always my love…
I will love you…
So I write...
So I write...
even in this world despite my meaningless less expressive self...I write.
Declined in hysterical, faultlessness...I write
to fulfill plentiful emptiness's.
What successes will my manuscripted-selfless-self achieve?
My pages written solemnly based on critical theologies,
these
I gotta have it technologies, burnt bridges crossed, or
The Lord Jesus crucified;
that which I truly believe.
I write...
particularly, like birds sing happily - freely, underachieved
Yet pronouncing” I'm flexing my wings".
As a confident wind blows
it's own flow throughout bureaus of grasses.
Alike Mrs. Mother Earth allowing her seasons be passive.
I write...
For being intrigued by what might,
happen,
as an eye, leads the soul, or a heart searching,
abuses be buried though grasping.
Across any script denoted by way,
of my poetic pen tip.
I write...
Perhaps, one of many frivolous scripts,
possess seeded enunciation's
of spiritual worth
as words read would be basis
for a total rebirth,
...so I'll write.
I have more to contribute.
Written July 22nd, 2006
Flirty feisty fists pummelled pretty parts of her bare skinned body,
Lovers long lost in eyes the size of lies, decisive ties of their unwise love,
Hector hatching heat, his aching heart searching for a hopeless home,
Saw so silently the cynical smile of his partner's palpitant part,
Her smoothed skinned slender body congruently curved into his,
Their bellowing breaths singing soothing songs to earless walls,
Both similarly stuck in a soporific frame of time, slowly sinking down to truth,
Angrily aware of the love they'd never share, the happy lovers brooded,
Shamefully,
The loathing lovers hid under covers, rovers of love that met meticulously,
As fate would have it, Cupid rapidly read through, mixing up numerous names,
Hector fell in love with a woman, he knew he could never have
Falling in love with you, falling in love so deep I can not sleep.
Without you, I could die..whenever you touch my hand, whenever
you look deep into my eyes, without you, I could die.
Each moment I'm not with you, to me, feels like eternity,
without you, I can't breathe...
If I could have your heart, searching the world to find someone to love,
without you, I could die...
falling in love..
Falling in love with you, falling in love so deep I can not sleep,
without you, I could die.
Meaning so much to me, my life might come to an end if I can't be with you.
So deep in love, falling for you.
Falling in love with you, falling in love so deep I can not sleep.
without you, I could die...whenever you touch my hand, whenever you look deep
into my eyes.
Without you, I could die, falling in love.
Google the world till you find me,
Draw closer; grip my heart and never let go,
Numerous moons have passed; countless suns have shone,
Yet my dream is curtailed,
I have unturned the blue; unzipped the stars looking for you,
Dug graves to uncover you; Uprooted trees to find clues,
Separated warm and cold air; to find the one I bleed; the one I breathe; the one I grief, the one I belief; the one I love,
I have befriended libraries to find your name; my love,
Given tokens to know the prophesy of your coming; my love,
A search that’s never ending until I find you; my future love,
I have roamed all over hell; to save your soul; my love,
Moved every corner of the earth; for the amender of my breath,
Tried bribing the archangel in heaven,
To certify to my heart that you are save and well; my love,
Just run a marathon in Daegu; for you who clutched my heart,
I can ran without shoes; but never without my strength,
Love I’ll die for you; as tomorrow means nothing without you,
Where are you at? Come swiftly seize my pressurized heart?
I know you can sense the soreness in my indoors,
Come cement my missing bits as you alone know how; my love,
Come devour me with glee; a beam that can never be expunged,
You know I need you; and that very true; my life; my love,
How can ‘I’ the Ferrari win a race without its tyres (you)?
I preserved every cell for you; ignored all love for you,
Don’t let me sting no more; I gave up everything for you,
When I confided in this love of ours; many pasted me a coward,
But my thoughts of you assisted me keep my sanity and purity,
My fluency with love rules made me patient,
Enough to wait for you the trance bloke of my centre; my love,
A love of tomorrow I preserve today and forever,
Soon my heart will dance and shout your name ‘ohh my love’
I treasure you my love; my tomorrow; my dream; my desire; my all; the one I have been waiting for all my life,
I sit here desperately jotting this jingle to you my love,
On tenterhooks it reaches you and remits you to me presently; my love.
Deep in the night, I heard a call of desparate need
No words were uttered, not a sound was made
Was it your heart searching, reaching out for me
Desire was not the issue, passion not at stake
You had fallen ill with fever, your body did ache
A soothing hand, a cool drink and me by your side
Was all that you needed, all that you required
Is this a milestone that we have passed
As our relationship continues to grow
I want to be the one to take care for you
Now and each day as we grow old
Love is more than passion and hunger in the night
Love is being together, someone to hold you tight
To take care of you in sickness and in health
To be at your side forever whatever life does bring
Our attendance is a mere formality, a routine unconnected to the hearts
We sing, but not to the True God,
We pray with wondering Hearts
Even Prayers are dead, it is a mere routine of minutes
The fervency is gone, we know it from our hearts
We are just socializing
The men are now old who tore our hearts in years gone by
They are tired by age or backslidden,
We only remember their gone by exploits
And the new ones are distracted by social media and the world
In our Dead Church
There are no secret prayers,
No heart-searching sermons,
The choristers are desperately seeking applauds
They import songs from the other side
and characteristics of the unregenerate
Our dead church
Now have special seats in front differentiating men from men
We are no longer brethren, Pride ekes outs
We have become Ichabod
We tell stories of yesteryears and hoped the days will come again
In our Dead church, we worship men
Mere mortals, we fight or hate those who oppose them
They like it so, unlike Jesus who recognized the spirit
In our dead Church, things have become mechanical
Messages are no longer divine, they are from the internet
Our love is conditional
Our hypocrisy is loud
Our head is full, our hearts are empty
We are Christians in church but sinners at home
Don’t judge me is our lyrics in defence
In our Dead church, we have sent The Master out
We have become masters as we swindle the people through tithes and offering
Our old clergyman still keeps his office
Even when he ought to be silent so we can repent
In our dead church
The new Pastor never witnessed revival; he knows nothing about it
Our hearts are dead, our soul is panting and yearning for the church of Acts
Where Jesus was enthroned above man and mundane things of earth
We are back to Rome
Where are the Luther?
Where are the Zwingli?
Who will bring Jesus to His throne (our hearts)
Tomorrow May Change Things
Beginning life filled with feelings of uncertainty and insecurity
Trusting no one yet opening my heart, searching for a connection and comfort that would settle my heart
Stifled by controlling hearts yet feeling the need to belong
Quickly learning that…
Tomorrow may change things
Living a dream being blessed with children
Purposely giving of myself while filling my heart with joy
Finally feeling that unconditional love
Now someone needs me
Welcoming the challenges of each day understanding that..,
Tomorrow may change things
Working a career that warms the heart
Encouraging them to reach for the stars as their young minds are positively motivated
Showing them the world is an intriguing place hoping they will become life long learners
And role models in their ever changing world
Knowing in my heart that…
Tomorrow may change things.
Retiring from the career i loved
Having been shaken, deceived, and destroyed by an invisible disease causing me t redefine myself
Wondering how i’ve changed and who i’ve become since they say I can no longer do
Feeling unimportant and imposing as self-worth disappears
Yet I do know that….
Tomorrow may change things.
Remembering the power of love and prayer
To the one that makes my heart stronger
Guided by an all knowing hand that encourages, inspires, and empowers because…
Tomorrow may change things.
I heard a chance ring on the phone.
Three heart beats later I was still alone.
But now the days a little brighter.
With hope eternal a little lighter.
Until I die I'll think of you.
But still I sigh and wait my due.
I don't know who hung up this time.
And left my heart searching for rhyme.
What can be said when you can't find words.
When it all just seems it's for the birds.
How many times can you breath this air.
Of a time in life that was so rare.
I guess only the heavens know.
Where love in broken hearts does go.
It's forever whispered on the wires.
As the ache tirelessly inspires.
Looking for that face in thousands,
The one I have been yearning to find,
My heart searching for it’s match,
The match made in heaven, divine.
I come across hundreds of faces,
Hurts when it’s a mis-match every time,
But I will never give up or lose hope ,
I am sure I will find my perfect rhyme.
I wait for that day with restlessness,
When I will find the soul matched with mine,
Who will laugh with me in my happiness,
And pick up my pieces in times unkind.
Who I can share my deepest secrets with,
Knowing they will love me regardless of my flaws,
And I am sure I will find that face at the right time,
Till then I will keep searching without pause.
BY THE LAKE
I stop by the lake today
In solitude, listening to my inner voice
Questioning my heart, searching
An answer to the riddles of love!
The lake is unfathomable
I pick up a stone, throw it away into the lake
I realized, you are not a stone throw away
You are thousands and thousands miles away!
By the lake
I listen to the whisper of the wind
As if wheezing a thousand murmuring
Murmuring of uncertainties, adventures of love!
As I left the lake
Alfred Lord Tennysons’ reverberated
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all’
Stricken by the undesirable pain
I feel constantly in my soul;
Only worsened by the cold rain,
Causing me to second guess my god given role.
If magic is real where is it currently
The healing I could've inhabited sooner;
Why hasn't it helped my heart searching blindly,
For love that will support me when I'm older.
All my bitter nights are cold due to my tears
Scattered all over my soft stitched pillowcase;
And as the red dawn draws near,
It'll just be another difficult day to face.
Magic can really be useful in my situation
Something that can help me get this through;
Having something there to control my emotions,
So I can actually experience the me I once was and knew.