Best Heart Shaped Poems
I gave you a balloon,
It held my life inside.
Within a shiny rubber tube
components of my soul aligned,
a sign,
I became something new
for you...
Memories
Feelings
Ideas
Each speck
a tickle upon my breath,
a tiny bubble
of nuanced personality;
The strengths of me debrided
the secrets of my lungs,
pink and untold
for you to confide,
ease trouble
in eyes before me.
Yet
were you astute?
Could your mind compute
the depth
of the beautiful find
floating before you?
You bent,
my unique particles ended
their show of strength
broken in length;
You twisted,
crushed and divided
my dreams subsided...
Molded to an unrecognizable form,
I became your norm.
Though you never knew,
my secret hope to survive
my own gift
thrive and lift,
lay within you.
Your grip thirsted control so long,
the pieces of me left burst
to skitter away in song
among soaring clouds,
leaving shrouds of pain
grounded and gone...
Flying far from the land
one beautiful day,
away
from you
and the broken balloon that laid
in your hand.
While the pale stars shine above
Entering a world beyond dreams
When beauty shines through peaceful harmony
Shadows dance where sweet music stands spellbound
A link of iron our love so strong
Bells inside distant echoes bouncing over oceanic waves
We shall never see the ghosts
Invading purest crystal light encircled
The words are written in white silver
Like a bolt of lightening striking clouds
On a journey of high waves in your hair
Pockets of air within skips kiss every strand
I feel dreams meet you in daylight halfway 's
Starlight across every wing holds strong
Heartbeats inside flames and rhythm will never die
Loving only valentines eternal, breathing sands of time
Everything will be wonderful, as long as you're near
Embraced in sparks destinies fate ever existing romance
The quest is holding on until finding earth,s smitten angel
My heart has found you breathtaking beautiful spirit we fly free
A Collaborated Poem
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid
12.02.2016
(unrhymed couplets)
An exquisite scent of summer
~ sweet dreams and quiet breathing
Heavenly flowers when the sun kisses them
Its thorns provide respect and protection
Happiness must be unique ~
as a woman who can stand on her own two feet
A queen, the ambassador of love
Delicate, lush and exquisite
A silent witness when fairies dance
in colorful dresses
The imagination weaves
~ a sparkling diversity
05/08/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Strewn beneath my shuffling feet,
they lie in peace at water’s edge—
polished stones of shape replete
atop and side by side they wedge.
Searching now and then I find
a sight so rare, my gaze transfixed.
Amid the coarse and unrefined
lies treasure in between and twixt.
A mermaid’s love lies nestled there,
brought ashore in dead of night.
Heart-shaped stones she placed with care—
a gift for us of truth and light.
1st Place
MERMAIDS Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Thanks, Line
A heart has many shapes and forms...
Some are fragile glass because of storms...
One could be a dresser draw with no handle..
Another could be dark like a wick less candle..
You have some that are warm and bright...
Others might be locked up and ready for a fight..
Mine has some hidden cracks not seen by the eye..
It has been tested over the years for some that
have stopped by..
Hold your heart strong inside, know when to open it
you might be surprised by the ride...
Clouds playing around
In the sky tramping above the ground
Dangling in merry-go-round
Smiling at you year-round
One cloud zoomed outbound
Glittering ice flakes fall in mound
Flowers and trees have all found
Heart-shaped clouds in pieces on the mound
Crystals in diamonds plodded on the ground
Stayed and freezed like a heart spellbound
Prayers in hearts everywhere that astound
Heart-shaped clouds in you, dwell pound for pound
The story of two different highway drives
But it all amounts to a strive
The event is a Greyhound male bus Operator named Jeff
The Female Trucker being Jennifer
It was the California Highway 101
Just around the bend
Suddenly the bend came a when
The Female Trucker broke down on the side of the road
Then there was a behold, Greyhound Bus Operator Jeff pulled his bus right behind the Female Trucker’s trailer
Jeff approached Jennifer and asked, “Do you need some help?”
At first, Jennifer seemed skeptical that a Greyhound bus would stop on the side of the road to help somebody else in need
But the question became an answer in proceed
Now mine you, there were Greyhound bus passengers aboard, but the bus schedule was behind
Will this put Jeff in a bind?
Jennifer responded in an abrupt matter
But you will be surprised in what happened after
Jeff knew exactly what was wrong with the truck
After all, he once drove a truck before coming to Greyhound and was once a mechanic before that
In Jennifer’s mind, Jeff and the Greyhound bus having all the right tools
But Jen was no fool
Jen thanks and kissed Jeff on the cheek
The truck was fixed and ready in being complete
The Greyhound bus passenger’s all applauded, and stated, “Forget the Greyhound ride as we all just witnessed our own live movie love stride”
Jen then drove off onto highway 101
Jeff pulled off onto the highway informing the passengers that next stop will be Los Angeles, the final stop
The highway bringing maybe two hearts together
Yet it is a secret between the two
Now don’t look further into
This is not for us to pursue
As a finale, sometimes this is what love can do.
Million and one things better than applause..
okay to go through life ne'er seeking praise.
Though rain tree unwatered, grows half as tall,
an unloved heart wilts in overbear'n shade.
Your so called friends left such beauty undone.
chide more than console you 'can't win 'em all'
Well, perhaps not your day courageous one,
they meant to maim, not name belle of the ball.
Love's heart-shaped slipper, torch carried for you..
finest soul yours, only fit worth trying.
Turn away from bright stars, riven'd in two..
my eyes were ne'er any good at lying.
Can you hear it pretty belle of the ball?
a heart's applause, best won prize of them all.
a villanelle
Who has fallen in love with the couch?
Who remembers the days of sweet romance?
Maybe Miss Piggy and Oscar the Grouch.
Hub spends much time napping, as I can vouch,
more than with me. A date night? fat chance.
Who has fallen in love with the couch?
I think he loves me; if I ask, it’s ouch -
he cannot believe I’d ask in askance.
Yes, I’m Miss Piggy; he’s Oscar the Grouch.
I spend much time nagging him not to slouch.
In public, we smile, hold hands, and dance,
but he’s fallen in love with the couch.
There’s a secret valentine at our house
this February; I know in advance.
Gift for Miss Piggy "from" Oscar the Grouch.
A heart-shaped pillow, a kind of a pouch
to hold my dreams as he snores in a trance.
Now who has fallen in love with the couch?
Miss Piggy who loves her Oscar the Grouch.
written 5 February 2016
A heart shaped bookmark
Marked blank page waiting for words
For unknown reasons
Lost in the mist of the night
Found in the pristine morning
I think love isn't what we need.
It's a clear mind with motive to think otherwise about feeling like it's worth the time.
I, think it's a trend, lead by lies and I have lead myself to think that people like to feel affected by affection
after pondering on the bugs wandering along the water way to our hearts and what affects it
Never the less but stresses cause the messes to remind the brain
what lies ahead the minor daze, a fire maze twisted more than spinal braids
the final taste resisting system, listed in the book of pain, a finer ache, no ease, so why be grateful?
Standing on top of a heart shaped outline
Treasuring tender moments
On a white beach ending
Russell Sivey
Tears streamed from His eyes
These were no ordinary tears either
These were tears of agony and tears of dedication
The kind of tears that can only be cried from a heart of compassion
The tears of my Lord and Savior as He died upon Calvary
Heart-shaped tears for generations to come
Heart-shaped tears for all of mankind
gwendolen rix
2-14-15
They gather ‘round it
All the young’uns
Brandishing augmented timber
With rusted pointy steel at the tip.
Impending over their prey,
Smiling, laughing,
No blindfold required.
The heart-shaped piñata
Still, silent, almost breathing;
Ready for the punishment to come:
The ravenous embrace.
The digging of sharp metal
And splinters spliced within.
Lusting over
The soon to be bled sweets.
Pounding mercilessly and forever.
I bought them today.
Gold frames, yellow lenses .
I had one of these as a child.
Red, plastic, heart-shaped glasses,
which made me love men too early.
I wore them everywhere.
Blindfolded, under the spell, so lovable.
I always thought that they had got lost.
Now I realized I have never taken them off.
It is time to see the sun again.