Heart. Poems - Poems about Heart.

As we sit and type and stare at our screens. At times we wonder what all of this means? With our mouse we roam through poems like a maze. Looking for something worthy of our praise. We write of our hopes and tell of our woes, Most of the time, not knowing where it goes. We wait for the views and...

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I listen to their stories, And also their vivid theories. I listen of their swords to tears, From their triumph to fears. About their cold nights About their moments of flight. About their pains, And also about the dragons they have slain. About their tries, About their sighs. About their lows About their highs. Why I listen? I am not aware, Or maybe because...

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The scent of wet Earth rises a ghost from beneath the lavish bungalow. and above the high-end ceilings and chandeliers which never flicker. Nostalgia trickles down like sweat Glimpses of plastic buckets catching rain and our salty tears flood the eyes. Flashbacks strike like lightning remembering the only toy- an abandoned kite I tried to fly in rain dampens my spirit. Loud wails roar like thunder hearing the...

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nothing hurts like silence from a lover's heart while the stars are singing with delight AP: 1st place 2025...

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my heart has fallen on hard times ~ I have been drained of every last cent...

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Times are tough, but know I’m here, Your forever friend, my love, my dear. When sky’s turn gray and shadows fall, I’ll be your light, make me your first call. No matter the storm, please don’t be afraid, I’ll always be here, it’s the friendship we’ve made. The pain in your heart is quite overwhelming, My friend, my dear, I’ll be here...

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In Edmonton’s chill, where the faithful stand,?Calvin cheers loud with a firebrand.?From Gretzky’s grace to Messier’s might,?He’s lived and breathed each game night. He knows the legends—Kurri, Fuhr, Coffey—?Their names like verses in hockey’s poetry.?Now it's Connor, blazing past the pack,?And Draisaitl keeping defenders back. With Bouchard’s blast and Skinner’s saves,?Calvin stands tall through losses and waves. The...

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Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

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The Gardener I thought, could I shape the clouds, Those ones on high, With hand and mind What greater blossoms then would come to eye!? Beauty of some rarer orchid, or rose? Or just the tip of my protruding nose, sniffing for scents where they are not…? Botany my heart!...

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Your flesh was never warmer than my passion, a flame more intense than you could ever bear. My love for writing poetry is my secret weapon. While I may not claim to be gifted My identity is Black, and words have always motivated me. I can string them together easily, but making them meaningful? That’s...

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When I’m in a place of darkness and cold, Speak to me from Love, no need to be bold. For you’re only sharing what you’ve been told, Allow Truth to flow through that’s good as gold. Dear writer of poetry, release truth which can mend. Let it flow through our land and spread like the wind. Write from your instinct, tell...

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Path of the heart transcends the universe, in a realm eternal beyond space-time but if we’d sing a love song, pen a verse, ego is retained to feel bliss beat’s chime. The heaven mind seeks too orbits God’s heart, so reaching the zenith is not enough, since form will die and we’ll need to restart, surfing waves of earth life, both calm...

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Your eyes? They're like midnight — not stars, just... midnight. Dark, full of something I can't name. I get lost there. I always do. It’s frustrating, kind of thrilling too. Your smile? Trouble. The kind I’d trip over twice and still chase. It hangs in the air after you leave — Like perfume or a half-finished thought. I hate how much I replay it. Your...

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I never thought they would figure me out How could they find me in the layers of illusion? I never thought one could completely turn about So many pleasures, I kept them in confusion Now after all these years, it has come to this I push the same buttons, but their minds start to think They’ll kill their ego in their...

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