Best My Heart Laid Bare Poems

A Poet's Gift

A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.

A poet shares emotions inked upon the
Page that cannot verbally be conveyed.
They dwell in a world of dreams, of dark
And...

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Oh, innocence of trust unchecked
How stare you back at me?
T’was you who fled this heart laid bare
Oh, barren calamity

Empty now the heart ill used
So used to gentle dreams
No more to see the flower’s bloom
No song but silence’s scream

Tell me true, reflection mine
Convince these naked eyes
What...

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"A Poet's Gift" you wrote three years ago -
the arc of your poetic heart to tell.
You spoke of deep emotions in the soul
invoking tears to well and hearts to swell.
You had a gift. You were a gift as well.

written 23 October 2022

// Connie Marcum Wong...

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Someone to Care


I’m weary of this haunted place,
Trapped by insecurities and fears' embrace.
I yearn for them to flee,
To vanish without a trace,
For this oppression still clings, a ceaseless chase,

And it won’t leave me be.
 
This mental anguish fails to mend,
The pain too raw, too real to...

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Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
    
    Kiss the rose,...

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I saw a girl standing there.... 
She looked at me.... 
My heart, laid bare 
What she could see 

In her eyes.... 
Told me everything 
Everything I needed to know 
Restless sighs 
I think she wanted me so 

What to do? 
Where to start? 
If I...

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My Recurrent Dream, Translation of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet : Mon Rêve Familier

I'm often subject to a strange and invasive dream
Of an elusive woman whom I love, and who loves me  
And who at every encounter might not the same be
Nor altogether another be, yet...

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The heart aches with pain of betrayal...

Trusted thoughts, secrets, desires were handed over delicately, hesitantly, carefully…

To the gentle healer…

Full of kindness, tenderness, gentleness...

The secrets of the heart laid bare with hopes of healing….

The struggle with desire declared with vulnerability...

With open hands and open heart….

Trust was...

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Homing in on Stuben Roo..

Stuben Roo, the man who knew,
That spinned the tales of Abennew,
The place that dawned before the night,
The place that spawned the Abbenite,
Colors, sounds and happenstance,
Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance,
Will he belong forevermore?
Take out the key and lock the door?
Or...

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To lie here... 
With you 
In the quiet of the night 
Sleeping softly... 
Near... 

All I can hear 
Is you... 
Sleeping softly 
What you do... 
In the quiet of the night 

Gentle loving... 
Breathing your scent 
All through... 
The quiet of the night 
Sleeping with...

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forever you will hold my heart
as you lay beneath the ground
yesterday was full of laughter
promises spoken into night
loving words and hearts brimming
late one day you stole my heart
now forever there you'll live
my love still freely given
many have cried and now it's my turn
you stole a...

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The night is old, the candle spent,
My mind anew to worries lent,
The air is cold, the moon serene, 
My heart laid bare of things I’ve seen. 

Your memory is rising high
And though I struggle to defy
Your calls across the vale of time,
My thoughts condense as...

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A poet writes to share a secret depth 
Of feelings within their soulful breast.
They write to grasp onto immortality,
To be remembered beyond their death.

8-16-19


ARBITRIUM DIVISA Contest
Sponsor Gregory Barden
Taken from my poem titled "A Poet's Gift

A Poet's Gift


A poet writes to share a secret depth 
of feeling...

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......In all our lives ,
this one thing,
 is what we quest for.
Just to find ,
that heartbeat,
that makes us long for more.
The ache ,
the hurt,
the passion ,
tells us ,were alive.
The music played
of two hearts ,
is what the soul will strive.
 This heart laid bare,
 all the...

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In the quiet of my restless nights,
My poems waited, hidden from the lights,
Each word, a piece of my heart,
But where to start?
The struggle felt like endless fights.

Burdened and lost, I wandered in doubt,
Searching for a place to let my soul shout,
On a fateful day,
In a...

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