Best Introspectionheart Poems
Walking through the darkness
of the madness in my mind
I stumble on the pieces
of the twisted thoughts I find
I think about the way I am
and what I'll never be
as I sort through the wreckage
of what once was known as me
Searching for the sunshine
I am drowning in the rain
submerged in black emotion
I'm infused with all it's pain
There is no way I can escape
this hell inside my head
and though I am still breathing
I've become the living dead
In my heart I'm grieving
for a life I'll never know
I'm begging for my freedom
as I feel my madness grow
I am praying for redemption
as I choke on bitter tears
but I cannot find forgiveness
as I'm swallowed by my fears
I wonder if they see it
when they look into my eyes
I'm torn apart and weakened
as in silence my heart cries
and all the feelings that I hold
are suffocating me
as they cut and claw my mind
until they're all I see
Time is rushing by me
I am tired, growing old
the winds of change are blowing
and their bite is harsh and cold
I keep fighting for my freedom
but my freedom I won't find
as long as I am living
in the madness of my mind
Living with my madness
is the only life I know
and so much time is wasted
as my useless teardrops flow
I don't need to see tomorrow
should it be just like today
while I'm living in my madness
I'm not living anyway
Note: This was written after a bout with my depression and all is well! To quote a dear,
beloved friend, I am “Making lemonade”! Love, Robin
Another day comes
another one goes
and when it will end
no one really knows
time marches faster
with each passing day
as I'm watching life
just slipping away.
The hours tick by
as into the night
hurting and hopeless
devoid of my light
I'm seeking answers
to set my mind free
should I keep trying
or should I still be?
Where am I going
and what should I do
am I a failure
who's washed up and through?
The rest of the days
that I have left here
surely are numbered.
my heart sheds a tear.
So much time wasted
so many dreams killed
I feel my heart quake
another tear's spilled.
The morning draws near
no answers I find
searching these chambers
alone in my mind.
Do I have value
and what is my worth
am I just wasting
my time on this earth?
Answers evade me
as time ticks away
my heart is weeping
as I kneel to pray.
Dear God please tell me
please give me a sign
am I just crazy
by my own design?
Will I be able
to conquer my pain
or will I always
feel like I'm insane?
What is my meaning
where do I fit in
before my life's through
why did it begin?
Questiond unanswered
I notice the sun
another day's over
another's begun.
In her beauty she walks beside the water
Her reflection is found in its stillness
The quietness of her heart mirrors that of the pond
Decisions made much earlier have left a void within
But still she has a quiet strength, and knowing
That what must be done will be done
She offers no excuses
And feels no need for justification from others
And this has set her free
So many times her thoughts were consumed
With satisfying the demands of others
Tugging on her heart like hungry pups at the teat
All wanted to be heard and gratified
Twisted and pulled by the will of others
Had left her weary and troubled
Her freedom of choice a casualty
Had died from neglect
The difference in her now had come
From a heart that for too long
Had been disregarded
But now as she sat beside the mirrored pool
And looked deep into and within
A recognition came
She was enough
the measure of a man
a lot can be read into
the position of his hand
is he a friend or foe
or perhaps a needful soul
a hand held extended with the palm up
or a hand held extended in the position
of a hand shake
it is for you to be aware and to decide
which of these two positions of the hand
is the greatest measure of a man
but also be aware of your choice
it will say a lot about
what comes back to you
the position of the hand will determine
if he will give or a take
or if he is willing to work for what he will make
or perhaps it will determine if your heart he will break
be aware of what you see
and what you understand
in the position of the hand
just what you are willing to except into your life
will protect you from a lot of heart break
and human strife.
Dennis Davis
4/8/11
A heart
that knows no hurt
is no heart at all -
it's steel.
Form:
To Pen a Poem
I used to think in rhythm and rhyme
It plagued the very heart of me
I could not walk or look or sit
My thoughts collected
And to meter they would fit
My mind would wander in
multicolored hues
I looked at life from
a different view
Time marched in and busyness came
My time for poetry seemed to wane
Eventually the passion it did leave
But the healing power that
I did need
I found it
when I
didn’t see
so much emotion inside of me
So much the gift I was given
To heal a heart in rhyme and rhythm
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My heart is filled with so much sorrow. It is aching from disappointments, betrayals,
deceptions, and lies. How can I stop it from hurting from crying, and from screaming
in pain. My heart is no longer whole, but in fragments. How could I start mending
you when I need you to cope. Where do I start from to make you whole again, and
how do I protect you from further crumbling in pieces. Even though my heart is filled
with pain, I never stop lovingl How could my broken heart keeping loving, keep
hoping and keep praying just to be rescued,and there is no rescuer insight. Where
do I start to go to be mended. Pain has invaded my heart and squeeze out every
desirable feelings, leaving me cripple in agony. My heart is crippled in pain. I no
longer know how to be loved because pain has seized my heart.
The crashing tide of this turbulent sea of emotion
As Autumn turns to Winter
And as snow falls
So does my heart fall so much deeper.
Never have i felt like this before
And never have my thoughts been so complex
Fighting the rivers that flow before me
As my guides through life,
As my guardians of Nature.
The prevailing winds of this unforgiving land
Tell their own tales
And i am defeated by their strengths
As they are by my weakness
And as we stand upon this battleground
My heart knows not of which path to take
But it still wanders forwards
Carrying Hope to find Destiny.
The power of Mother Earth does move me
And i am at her mercy if you will
For this land on which i lie upon
Holds many a secret unrevealed.
Time does not wait
As its hands move faster towards the end
And i am certain of change if not my own
And this heart is somewhat fulfilled
As it is eager to face what lies in wait.
I wander once upon a sullen night
and stop in a tree
to rest my weary body
The compassionate embrace
of the trunk in my back
Somehow warms me
against that freezing memory
Thinking it over
will only sway that sharp blade
Into my already wounded heart
Whom time can't even heal
The oak tree understands me
For many a years he witness
that kind of weight
Carried by a trapped soul like me
The night's silver lamp above
lessen the thick sorrows inside
By thawing it with her light
Her looks filled with empathy
shivers and softens me
As if she's sorry
For seeing my gloomy heart
Just like the way
She dimly sees things at night
Fresh breeze from the dark
Dilutes the smoke
Curling darkly in my mind
Crickets in the night
help to cry my heart out
And I can't help
to put my gaze above
To listen to the language
of the twinkling stars
Where they loudly speak;
"Hope remains,
While the heart is still throbbing!"
Form:
We reap what we sow
but that is not concrete defined.
Karma is a spiritual law
That should not keep us confined.
Its how we choose to live our lives
and the affect we have on others.
Sometimes goodness comes of it
When you entwine yourself with brothers.
Forget the past sins that you've made
Forgive your heart and wipe clean
Start anew on any day
Create a brand new scene.
We sometimes keep our real soul
locked tight inside our brain.
Afraid to take a chance when
we might be labeled lame.
Yet nothing is lame or silly or dumb
If your true to your heart.
I don't believe in coincidences
Its fate that plays the lead part.
Do we ever take the time to sit
peaceful in the quiet.
Instead of running overtime
with no thought of desire.
We push our sensitivity aside
to block all hurt
Instead we wind up
acting more divert.
This routine snowballs larger
till we are in over our heads.
We need to defrost the cold
And open our wings to spread
Turn up the heat
Feel for a change
Take old painful situations
Turn it into a joyful range.
It might sound a tad bit hard
But try and open your mind
Listen to your heart instead
Enjoy and walk refined.
Heart season of speech....
the paranormal essence
sacred EQUINOX
Explanation of meaning: Poetic License has to do with the poet's right to
speak/write his/her heart any time, for it's paranormal essence is always in season.
The Sacred Heart in each of us is from where paranormal utterances come, being
our connection to our Creator. The Equinox- God's time of equal day or night!
I at once with humbled gaze
Caught sight of beauty’s prize
With skilful sly and knowing craft
Medusa met my eyes
Ne’er again will sight so fair
Afflict a heart so sore
What yielded I so freely
Was tossed upon a floor
Lovely eyes of hazel brown
Cloaked the soul behind
And hid a heart like diamond
And a tortured troubled mind
What twists a spirits natural grace
With ugliness and hate
What turns the fire once beautiful
To ashes in the grate
There is a law surpassing all
Whose statutes truth impart
Though beauty lies within the eye
Love dwells within the heart
She is heavenly beauty incarnate and all that men could dare to dream. She speaks in murderous silence and causes echoes wherever she goes.
She does not walk no, no she glides upon the ground each step a blessing to the soil and the lining on the stream. Hearts pound and minds sing aloud to the whisper of greatness that each good man knowns.
The scent of her skin mocks the aroma of a thousand roses and the breeze longs to perpell her smell like heat in the desert.
And when she opens her mouth to speak her words, the melody and harmony in each word creates a trance.
Your left there trapet and agreeing to every gesture u see her make and full of life all you desire is her presence for dessert.
Lost and captivated, intreguied beyond saving and right as your mind and conscious fades away you remember.
The lonely nights and happy mornings the cold bed and warm heart you once had right before you are one word away from giving in you open your eyes and see.
You see all you ever wanted infront of you but all you need fading away in the background vapourising like a silent whisper and right at that moment you see the serpent of your ambition and the dragon of your desires.
As she leans of you to take away you last form of resistance you see all your hope and tranquility vanish and you know in your heart that you were amongst the fools who traded pleasure for destiny and then......your no more but a memory as significant as the morning dew.
Form:
you sped by and I glimpsed your face
your stuff all packed for your quick getaway
you've tried before but it didn't take
a fool never learns from the old mistakes
you left a treasure under a Palo Verde tree
down in the Valley where all was green
you're heading north with your heart mapped out
forgetting a tiny piece that lays due South
you hit the brakes as the interstate forks
your heart a little heavier than you had thought
the song that plays on your radio
says you stayed too long...it was time to go
without a thought or without any cares
you say again your silent little prayer
"don't let what I'm doing be a huge mistake
am I too early or just an hour too late"
you hit Phoenix and you're feeling fine
ready to try it all one more time
the dust won't settle on your yesterdays
the shadow on your soul you thought was filed away
like a 12-step program you try to justify
take all the wrongs and make them all right
but it all comes back when you try to go to sleep
the love that is new and the one you couldn't keep
My mind thinks what my heart feels
My mind speaks what my heart says
My mind and heart are inseparable
They play defense for each other
My mind won't let my heart get hurt or broken
And my heart won't let my mind get played or confused