Heart Poems | Examples of Heart Poetry

Let each of us, from our heart, do what we are led to do. If the intent is for the good of ourselves, others, or all of humanity, it will be a good thing that each of us will do. ...

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My sweet heart my love, you who I love I hope you've had a wonderful day I pray to our joint heavenly Father, your protection always O woo a woo a so thankful foryour presence in my life Beloved all so right Just is as your presence in my life My desire to be your wife Is a beautiful song that my...

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Father lights; His sweet whispers; Sings through; His daughter's heart; 8/4/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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When I read your words, I feel a sense of peace! The words are pleasant and offer me a chance to feel love! Each time we speak, I feel your heart sharing with me a piece! The words are of magnificent bliss like the beauty of a dove! The sea is between us, but our hearts are connecting with...

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Two of our dearest friends offered a gift to my wife and me. My wife immediately consented Without question to the opportunity to go on an All expenses paid cruise. I immediately said "No" With my head but could not find the heart within me To say anything but "Yes". Our friends had gone on 29 cruises and...

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Who can remember the first time we felt the beat of our heart? Was it when we first kissed or had it broken? Possibly, it was when we were first told about the metaphorical love of the heart! Maybe it was when we used it as appreciation for one’s token! Whether it beats in the light or the rain! The...

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The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun In Genesis and John is our Creator’s Light Presence dwelled among The Essence in our heart is dwelling as Divine Essence of the Son...

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DWELLER OF OUR HEART ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Poem written for and submitted to “Dweller of Our Heart Poetry Contest,” Unseeking Seeker, sponsor, August 3, 2025 Line of Inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun Sunrise: Standing on the cliffs and looking onto the horizon I watch the sun melt like a promise Closing my eyes and...

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Line of inquiry: “the essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun” The nature, space, sun, moon and the stardust, sprinkled on hearts as lines of destiny, we sow wishes for bountiful harvest, breathing hermetic blissful symphony, coloured in shades of mountain ebony, the essence of stardust, space, sun and moon, dwells in our heartfelt melodious tune, we hum...

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Too much of your love is enough, For my soul to breathe pure and clear. Let your kiss not fall on my cuff, But on my cheeks to dry each tear. Give me your heart beyond measure, And drown me deep in its vastness. Let me swim in its true treasure, For my limbs are weak in fastness. Too much of your care...

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Contest: Rolling With The Rs Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Date Written: 3rd August, 2025 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Heartbeat, loud in my chest, sings with sweet melody, like the cadence of a streamlet, when its silver ribbons drape the mountains, with a smile that delights the sands, as it cascades the slopes and thunders—like heartbeat....

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In the depths of my heart, cold winds of unrest whisper, Words that can never be written on pages of dreams, In the silence between us hides an ocean of desires, But I cannot be the hope you wished to find. You know why, but you hide from the truth that weighs heavy on you, Yet I know that one...

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I was not born to be loved— but to bleed beauty into silence. Where others kissed, I shattered. Where others lived, I died quietly— and rose as flame. From my heartline, a river of sorrow carved my name into the Mount of the Sun. The gods gave me a flag stitched with every wound I’ve ever wept. Not a flag of nations, but of nations of the heart. Every soul...

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peep in heart for a sneak peek in lake of love dip soul’s beak enlivened thus, then return as God’s light in body urn...

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I’ve dragged my knuckles through shards of glass, let my veins write psalms in crimson mass. I’ve spat my prayers at a deaf, black sky, daring God to answer — or watch me die. I’ve kissed the barrel of regret’s cold grin, slept beside ghosts in my hollow skin. Burned my bridges for a spark of heat, choked on the smoke when...

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