Best Lifeheart Poems
My heart skips a few beats
before I realize that I’m not breathing.
Am I dying? I ask myself
but there is no response
Is this the end?
I close my eyes
It feels so much like falling
much like suffocating
much like nothing
I don’t know what’s going on around me
all I know is that I just felt a breath leave me
my eyes fly open and see the people around me
My heart must be beating
I don’t know if this is a reality
or if I’m dreaming
All I know is I hear screaming
Then I realize
It’s coming from me
Out of my lungs
Through my mouth
Out into the already intoxicated air
Evaporating everything
I don’t know if this is a reality
Or if I’m dreaming
THE SOLID TRUTH
On the day I was born.
Everyone put me on a petal stool.
The Angel's played a trumpet horn.
While everyone called me a ~precious jewel.
Harps played!
Doves flew!
That's how my birth was displayed.
As I got older ~ As I grew!
My heart of gold started to fade.
Sinking down in to the blues.
I hide my thoughts under the shade.
Wondering how one screw got lose.
I removed the pin from my own grenade.
Like TNT~ I lit my own fuse.
Blowing myself away from your masquerade.
My life has no buttons to defused..
My heart is twisted with barbwire as a barricade.
I live this rotten life, no reason to hit the snooze.
Sweating and letting the thoughts of revenge cascade.
A level of rage and hate is my only muse.
You camouflaged into a blonde beast with the eyes of jade.
The truth has come out, with an unacceptable excuse.
The solid truth, is like solid waste.
A force of mean, turning a heart cold.
Here's the truth do you want my new sour taste.
Forget when I was sweet, when I was bold.
I enjoy this new feeling of being out of place.
The truth was told..
In your face.
I laughed at the way it was all unfold.
Walking with a smile~ one day you will die,
and pay for what is owed.
While I sleep at night with Glory..
You'll wake up everyday to my untold story.
With the solid truth that lies have no end.
Guilt will have everyone crying at my funeral.
Wondering what happened to their "precious jewel.
by;p.d.
sometimes i dream
of things that seem unnessesary
things i wish i had
and my heart pains at the joy i think..
i will posses if i acquire these
my mentality blinding that which i can really see
and my stubborn mind refusing to believe it
my purpose is fuelled by hope
the undying passion i have to succed
and the hunger to make my point clear
my endurance..my hope
i cannae give in
for this is my LIFE
my reason for existence
the centre of what i am
i refuse to believe i am free
for i AM trapped by who i am
enclosed by who i want to be
but not even free to become that
i refuse to say i am lucky
for i AM blessed
i disagree with those who shout i am lazy
for i have worked hard
i willnot recognize the existence of my family for i cleary have none
my tears of sorrow
mean NOTHING to them
my endeavor
is just a tale told by all idiots such as i
they fit in,where they benefit
i shallnot say..i am perfect
or my life is, its not
i willnot fool myself to think..
i have friends i have mere acquantances
i cannot ignore the fact that i HAVE cried..
for i have tasted my own tears
i have felt pain
for my heart has ached
but BEST of all, i have laughed
i know the pleasure of joy
the fond presence of pride has accompanied me..
all my life
but the misery of life
and its challenges has always overshadowed it
i have learnt not to let pain rule my life
society might not care
i do....
Form:
From where I am I now begin
So over my head, so over my self
How can the future be my home
When I’m not here now?
I need to make a detour and return to my home.
The reality I have now,
My heart pounding, am still breathing.
But if I just have now, will I go overboard?
Will I indulge and loose it all?
There has to be a place that makes them whole
All in one and one in all.
Where is that place that I call home?
Where is it?
Where is it?
Is it here?
Is it there?
Is it now?
Or was it then?
Will I get to it
And give my mind some rest?
Me Me Me
Don’t block the way
I need to find my home today
I see it now from far away.
But the past has gone to rest
And the future has not come yet
So what is left is all present
Where the heart finds what it needs
Not looking beyond what it does
In its rhythm it says:
The present boundless
The past hopeless
The future does not exist
But all come together in one place
A place that makes them whole
This is it, the present
This is home.
Do you ever stop to wonder
as you go on about your life
why when people try just to be normal
you see dreams put to the knife
when you walk down the road
that you have chosen as your way
and you see the beaten path
as you walk it day by day
Do you ever look out from the path
and think it so unfair
that you often can glimpse beauty
and only wish that you were there
When the sight can take your breath away
do you smile, hope and pray
only to sadly drop your head
as the path once more turns away
Why fall prey to the hopelessness
and pain of dreams unwrought
why live a life filled with what ifs
when for those dreams you could have fought
The next time you catch a glimpse
of a place you want to see
tear your feet free from the path
and go where your heart wants you to be
So don't follow the path
but to your heart be true
to be alive is one thing
but to live is something new
So don't try to be normal
if your special let it show
let others be gently guided
by your hearts contented glow
Woe, to touch the winter’s soul
The depths of slumber
Once filled whole
My heart it trembles at the thought
That it could be ensnared
Assuming then my true control
My might and virtue
I now extol
My heart awakens knowing well
Its life has just been spared
Heavy heart weighs me down
Troubles the mind
Obscures clear thought
Turbulent life coexists
Within the realm of the couple
On a plain different
From where love resides
As shattered glass blocks the view
But stays in place
People, too, can be the shards
Left there to block another
Not allowing the vision
The sight of what may be
May the glass fall to the ground
Opening up the skies to those in need
Opening up the horizons
To the blind
May it not cut when falling
For with each piece
Are spoken words
Which draw blood
Leaving scars
Heavy heart weighs me down
Troubles the mind
Obscures clear thought
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...
My heart is yours,
come dream with me,
away from the struggles,
to a place of ease.
My heart is yours,
please keep it safe,
show it love,
never hate.
My heart is yours,
Christ is my Savior,
In Him I take my stand.
Death shall not change my behavior,
For eternal life is pierced in His Hand.
Through the valley of deadly shadows,
I shall carry His Sword in my sheath
His compassion dwells inside my window,
His Word of Truth breathes deep beneath.
In his blood lives the Spirit of Salvation,
From His Heart streams the most divine love.
I rejoice in the covenant for forgiveness above damnation,
It is the only way I could reach Heaven above.
And even though my cross makes me weep and weary,
With lashes to my heart making life heavier.
I will hold fast, for in the Cross of Calvary,
Christ became my Savior.
The Throw-Away Child
Heaven above shine down on us
We need your light to guide
Our days as we make our way
Through times of testing, times of trial
In hours of need, years of pain
As we witness the Throw-Away Child
Why, oh, God does such a thing
Exist in your world? Why should any
Feel as such; so worthless, never amount to much
As these children do, who know not love
From the very ones who gave them life?
Does it grieve your heart as it does mine?
I know it is so, Lord, certainly it is
That you weep and your heart breaks
As child after child, after precious child
Is abused, neglected, tossed aside.
Not given the chance to grow tall and strong
As the men they should trust cast them out
Please send us where we’re needed
Into those little lives where brokenness
Is achingly commonplace.
Where mothers have not strength to face
Their children who need a safe spot to land
But instead find a deep, dark void where love should be
Give us grace that covers their souls
With care that overflows from the mercy
Which you give to those who ask
Who earnestly seek your face and give you a place
In their heart of hearts and truest spirit
Where nothing can harm us, for You are there
Let us be ever aware of those around us
Who reach out in desperation...in silent screams
In muted pleas for something good, something pure
Anything that will lift them from their tortured state
Their dwelling place of agony and emptiness
Open our eyes and ears to their need
You’ve said we are your hands
You’ve said we are your feet
We must also be your kindness
To everyone we meet
And act as your heart extended
I know that is why we’re here
This day, dear God, let us commit
To finding each and every one who searches
For just one human being who will see them
As lovingly as you see them, Lord
Who will bring relief...if for just awhile
And give hope to the Throw-Away Child
© Donna Golden, 2008
Oh Happy Day, when you were born.
For many years, my heart did mourn.
Childless I lived amid the throng.
Watching mothers rush children along.
Alone in a restaurant, twirling the ice –
Little girls with bows looking so nice
Brothers and sisters laughing out loud
While childless I sat amid the crowd.
Primary children would sing sweet songs.
Mothers would lovingly hum along.
Boys on the playground would tackle their dog.
I, like the old cliché, a bump on a log.
Watching, with my heart breaking.
Dreaming with memories aching.
I lost my first child before he was born.
Year after year, my mind was forlorn.
But then, it happened; you were on your way.
I prayerfully waited day by day.
Five and a half months within me growing.
Proudly knowing, greatly showing.
Then came six and I felt some relief.
Then, when you were born, you erased my grief.
I became a mother and not just a wife.
Your live birth, my child,
Became the happiest day of my life.
© December 23, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Form: Narrative with rhyme
The path leading home is a narrow road
More so if you do not know the way.
The burden of many years a heavy load
As mirages of memories dance and sway.
I teeter on yesterday's sheer abyss
Avoiding the solid boulders of time.
Afraid that unknown turn-offs I'll miss
For yesterday's roads have no reason or rhyme.
The road back home moves over treacherous terrain
Winding through the lonely corridors of my heart.
Black crows keep pecking at my sickly brain
As the descent into yesterday rips me apart.
The road back home is desolate and bare
The landscape so foreign and unknown.
Easy to lose my way,easy not to care
For yesterday's promises are tossed and blown.
The road leading home is one of defeat
A journey searching for fragments of me.
For reality can simply not compete
With the illusions I call my memory.
Home is where the heart is, so they say,
Between self and heart lies many years.
The heavy toll simply too much to pay
For the way back home is obscured by tears.
When the mind with numbers grappled
The heart with thoughts dabbled
When the eyes on the ledgers are fixed
The soul with different hues mixed
To keep the different personas
From trespassing I strive hard
When one dominates the other
The other retards
The heart disobeys the mind
The mind reproves the heart
The tug of war continues
The form bearing the wrath
At last the form too rebels
Expressing in its own way
This story is not new
Has spared only a few
Some say follow the mind
Some say follow the heart
But is not the mind incomplete
Without the company of the heart
One signifies necessity
The other desire
To strike a balance between the two
Lies the success of the affair
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#haiku Railroads of my thoughts . Locomotion of pulses . One to another
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#haiku Nautical daydreams . her dress fluttering like sails . anchored to my heart
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If I was a fly, I would fly as high as I could, then just fall to the ground sniff
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Let me tattoo her . heart and name onto my soul . to take on death's wings. #haiku #weblit
Don't devour my words . try to reassemble my eyes . just listen to what's there #haiku
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If I could delete . All of the sins from my heart . What knowledge would go #haiku #poetry
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A shot through the dark . a single shooting star leaves . memories of then #haiku #poetry
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