"In life we learn from love, hurts, mistakes and from the ones we have trusted." By Poet
My heart once held love overflowing,
joy was bursting at the seams and glowing.
That was before you came along,
you did me so very wrong.
Filling my loving heart with pain,
I will never do this again.
Now I will guard my hurt and empty heart,
you have made me very smart.
No more bad words and lies,
for now I have become wise.
that picturesque depiction
of beauty your pupils yearn for,
you will not see
from the atrocious abundant fog
that gathered and settled around your heart.
The empty heart, seeking solace in heavy days,
When the walls of sadness rise threateningly,
Your beats, the melody of ticking time, like an echo in the endless night,
A lingering hour buried in the depths of secret suffering.
What do you seek, old and abandoned heart,
Estranged in depths, like the cold water of an isolated spring,
No one steps into your hidden sanctuary,
Leaving you to sigh in the isolation of loneliness and bitterness?
Once, "blue heart," hope danced around you, urging you to believe,
Now, silently and longingly, you count each passing year,
You stand by the window, waiting in vain to see them return,
Those who were once yours but are no more.
Ah! What wouldn't you give to have them close for a moment,
To embrace them tightly in your open arms,
To serenade them with a lullaby, like a sleeping child,
To hold them, like a dream, in your warm wings...
But melancholic heart, do not forget that deep within you hide magic,
A power to wipe away tears and dispel the darkness,
Be like a lighthouse emerging in the dark night,
Spread your wings and fly, for life awaits you to rise at dawn.
The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched—
they must be felt with the heart. Helen Keller
White glistening soft beautiful snow,
The cold winter's night wind will blow,
The chill will hit you like a dart
It is felt with an empty heart.
Loneliness ~ life of being cold,
No one there to talk with or hold,
Hard days after our depart,
It is felt with an empty heart.
Our life should not be your sick game,
You should share in all of the blame,
You think you are so very smart,
It is felt with an empty heart.
Did you know your words hurt~words kill,
Guess I now have had my fill,
It is past time for us to part,
It is felt with an empty heart.
The cold winter's snow and our love,
Have left like a white flying dove,
I thought you were my one sweetheart
It is felt with an empty heart.
Tears in my eyes refuse to roll down,
there's a lump in my throat.
There's a voice in my head.
Trapped in ambiguity and conundrum,
I lose faith in myself.
Everyday's like a challenge to me.
I am unprepared .
I am daunted by the unpredictability of the circumstances.
I am unable to rise from the fall.
I want to shout and scream and release that lump that's stuck in my throat for so long.
I am busy somedays and empty always,
I am happy somedays and devastated all days.
All I seek is love ,
a little crumb of it is enough.
I can satiate myself from whatever I receive.
I yearn for a touch ,
some warmth.
Some kisses.
Some hugs.
Can someone please hold my hand and take me away from this gruesome reality.
All I need is a drop of love to quench my empty heart.
an empty heart
the chocolates
all gone
Published in Bottle Rockets Press #46
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Winds and Moon
whispering
gossiping
eyeing
in the dim night
on the unkempt head of willows
owl and bat chastise me
from the dark heart of bamboo garden
drunkard I am singing
on the alone night road;
suddenly broken sound of the bottle......
the sun is laughing on me on the pyre
Oh! it's morning
I am on the burned corpse ashes!
I do not know-
who lives in the home of sun
05.08.2020 Chattogram
A heart that is empty that was once filled with joy and love,
Walls that crumble and cannot hold their captured image,
A chair old and threadbare, waiting, like her dreams- rejected.
Her eyes close as she passes by the old mirror-
for she cannot look upon her reflection- how the mirror lies,
and another moonlight casts its shadow in her room.
A hand reaches for the open window- but, she cannot close it,
another night stretches endless before her,
outside the waves gently roll into shore and the gods sleep.
The night was dark imparted
sun set on the empty hearted;
Slipping into a deeper blackened sleep
as cold swept along the bed to creep.
Empty covers tossed and turned
love awaited was late learned;
In the dreams came nightmares passed,
scary, frightening, unmasked.
Too cold the night, too dark the lonely heart
when lovers drift away, further apart.
The morning sun rose pale and yellowed
into a sky once blue now sallowed.
Too late the dreams had taken hold
gathering a fevered frenzy bold.
Racing clouded hues of gray on blue
brought back sweeter memories of you,
The night in its frightening cold and dark
imprinted well the gnawing hollow marks.
Reality wakes at dawn
with the only truth, you are gone.
11/272017
An Empty Heart
It takes so little to fill an empty heart
But I know, my heart isn’t empty
When I feel that I, am misunderstood
Please don’t hold, my passions against me
Cause I know, my heart isn’t empty
I feel alone, unworthy, and shamed
Please don’t hold my passions against me
When self-doubt, has stolen my name
I feel alone, unworthy, and shamed
Insecure in the thoughts that I share
My self-doubt, has kept me in chains
And it seems, that nobody cares
Insecure in the thoughts that I share
I must break, from this prison, of mind
All I ask is respect, understanding at most
I need friends that are loving and kind
I must break, from this prison, of mind
If you ever feel misunderstood
Beside you, I’ll stand, holding your hand
It takes so little, to fill, an empty heart
An empty heart
With love
© 2017 Jeffrey Spencer
A friend’s burden is not your own
Your ears may tire of bending
But blessed be the one who cares
With love and guidance sending
Friendship is a two way street
People are imperfect
A burden shared is a great gift
To one in need and searching
Forgive a friend, see their value
Help them if you can
Don’t live with an empty heart
In a gray world without friends
Empty Heart
Fibonacci Style
Heart
feels
empty
Indigo
thoughts of loneliness
perpetual azure sadness
Afflict and torment the conscience of the wicked one
Only the Omniscient One with his love can heal the broken heart of the repentant soul.
Words imposed for contest
1. Perpetual
2. Omniscient
3. Soul
4. Azure
5. Indigo
For Heart Symphony contest
February 15,2016
My mind….is this real
My thoughts….stray to you
In my dreams….always the same
Awakening….body still aware
Senses….only wanting
Touching….can it be
Feeling….body alive
Realisation….still alone
Why did you leave…My Empty Heart
My Empty Heart
i look around in this room so empty,so frail
i never thought of losing you cost so much.
broken feelings,endless tears in your eyes
i thought by running away from my fears
it would disappear
but it made it worst,now your just a shadow
to me now
but now lost something,that is you
I've found someone I can't live without
Pitiful, I've only discovered that after they've left
Now I can't live.
I've descended on both knees
A face flooded with tears,
Which bled from my broken insides
To repent, to pray to a God
In which I did not believe existed
A God in which I only turned to
In times of need
A God in which I believed would avail me, even if I wasn't the most
Faithful of followers
I believed if I was baptized in his name, he'd perform divine miracles
Before my eyes, even if I did not practice his teachings
Am I selfish for doing so?
Set aside my failure to practice
My own congenital beliefs,
My heart still aches
My body, still empty
Legs shaking, weak from the lack
Of his presence
He is my pillar
He is my wings
He arises me above all that is evil
He makes me feel whole,
He makes me feel divine,
He makes me feel like I can climb mountains,
Slay the devil, himself
I am a fool for this man
He is my King
And I would walk through hellfire to be able to hold him once more...
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