One beat at a time
How would the heart respond?
Steady or slow
Fast pace or just let go
Goodbye would be hard to face
Timing in everything with a pace
The moment
Quick answers having no time for questions
Goodbye being as time went by
Living and Striving at every try
Little time to spare
Counting heartbeats
One life one everlasting
Goodbye with its own accelerating speeches in beats
Heartbeats always remember
Goodbyes simply give up.
My knuckles are raw from the cold subway pole,
and the guy next to me smells like damp wool and cheap coffee.
He’s staring at a cracked phone screen,
his thumb scrolling past headlines, dinners, divorces.
We don’t talk.
Nobody talks here.
But under his heavy black winter coat,
somewhere behind his lint-covered tie,
a small fist of muscle is slamming against his ribs.
Thump.
It’s a clumsy, desperate noise,
like an old radiator knocking in a basement.
It keeps time against the black tunnel outside the window,
a persistent thudding negotiation with the dark
that just asks for enough time to get to Tuesday.
We walk around pretending we own the sidewalk,
worrying about the rent, the teeth that need fixing,
the text message left on "read."
Every wet breath is a lease renewal
signed in the dark without our permission.
I look at the girl across from me,
her eyeliner smudged from a long shift.
Her chest rises.
The cold world looks the other way,
indifferent,
and lets her have another minute to figure it out.
It’s not a grand design.
It's just a truce.
A messy, fragile truce,
kept alive by a pound of red meat
stubbornly refusing to stop hitting the wall.
"Life isn't measured in minutes, but in heartbeats." ~ Joan Lowery Nixon
Meeting you opened up the skies,
Days passed by without any cares,
I was lost in the mists of your eyes,
You answered so many prayers.
Everything felt perfect and free,
Leashed to your dusk and your grace,
I believed you were meant for me,
But you left—I missed your embrace.
Even though my heartbeat is broken,
To meet again would soothe the pain,
My heart still yearns for love unspoken,
Burn me with your love poison in vain.
My search will go on forever,
I will find you beyond the stars,
Someone like you I’ll find never,
My heart still beats behind its bars.
So my days will come to an end,
Where the sky drifts into the sea,
My oath is one I will not bend,
There you’ll find what remains of me.
In the mist of your eyes I so adore
Burn me with your love poison evermore
I will find you beyond the stars and moon
For us two it will be a honeymoon.
Leashed to your dusk for eternity
Where the sky drifts into ecstasy
There will always be me and you
Together forever in a love so true.
We will rise together hand in hand
To the enchanted promised land
Our hearts will beat entwined in harmony
Together forever in ecstasy.
There we’ll explore the Lords heavenly shore
Watch angels sing and dance to one’s awe
See bluebirds swooping above a rainbow
Join dancing daffodils, golden yellow.
By angels then we would be kindly asked
To live in Heaven, up above the stars
Who could resist an honour such as this
Heat of the heartbeat, we’d take as a gift.
"Do people really change or just the date on the calendar that really changes???" By Poet
"In the mists of your eyes,"
I found raw passion.
As I talk to you,
you "Burn me with your love poison."
I cannot go on like this,
you are tearing me apart.
I hope one day,
"I will find you beyond the stars."
In a peaceful and loving world,
as we live separately.
Maybe we were not meant to be together,
just sailing on the blue waters.
"Where the sky drifts into the sea,"
where we both can find ourselves.
I will let you go now.
"Leashed to your dusk."
"In the mists of your eyes"
I see your pain.
My heart will wait patiently
For you to love again.
In the heat of the heartbeat,
In your numbness, I'll remain
"Leashed to your dusk"
Standing with you in the rain.
I assure you "I will find you
Beyond the stars"
How ever unreachable
You think you are.
In the palm of depression
And the grip of grief
My love is with you in the process
And in the time of your relief.
It may be that for now
You feel you can't reciprocate.
But I know who you are
And my love for yours can wait.
And should you feel far flung
To "where the sky drifts into the sea"
In the heat of every heartbeat
You know that's where I'll be.
The heart is like music—
not the kind played loud in crowded rooms,
But the kind you feel in your bones,
It plays a song no one else can write,
a private melody tucked behind ribs,
beating,
always beating.
Yours is the kind of music
that makes the silence jealous.
Not loud,
but alive.
I hear it when the world goes still,
when laughter fades
, and the quiet settles in like dust.
That’s when your heart sings the loudest.
It isn't just blood and muscle—
It's a symphony.
A lullaby wrapped in skin.
Each beat a verse,
Each pause a breath between stanzas.
I think life is made of moments like this—
the ones where you realize
You’re not alone in the world,
because someone else is still here,
still beating.
I rest my head on your chest
Like it’s the only speaker I need.
And there it is—
The steady thump that says
You’re here,
You’re real,
You’re mine,
Your heart—
a living chorus
That makes the dark days lighter,
that makes simply being
feel like more than enough.
And if I ever forget
Why I stayed,
Why I fought,
Why I chose to keep breathing—
I'll remember the sound of you.
And I’ll stay
to hear one more beat.
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— the pull between us,
a magnetic force
defying all control —
. . . and i know . . .
within this deep gaze,
as silence holds your breath close to mine
— our connection intensifies
and love is one heartbeat,
mirrored in our eyes.
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~ my forever is in your eyes,
the next beat of your heart ~
Saturday May 9th, 2026- Poem of the Day
I can see your soul through those beautiful eyes.
There’s kindness, you’re gentle, and you kindle my internal fire.
I embrace you lightly, feeling close, deep inside
And you understand why I love you, you are what I desire.
My mind races back to the second our eyes first met,
About you, my love, you are my only love, my first love.
Then as we kiss I feel a charge through my heart
And it’s you that have captured me.
there is a space you left behind,
and it still calls your name,
like an empty room echoing with your laughter
i tried to fill it,
but nothing fits
in the space you left behind
looking at someone new,
curly hair spilling like waves,
tracing the pattern of each curl,
while my eyes keep searching
for the straight lines of your hair,
for the way you were my summer
after my longest winter.
i tell my friends, “i hate him,”
but really, i don’t.
the only thing i hate
is the space you left.
i could never hate you—
because there was nothing
about you to hate.
and maybe even because
i know i would let you back
into that space
in
a
heartbeat.
Teak heartbeat beneath
my body on the old bed —
the doors are listening
Still
after
fifty-two years
I love you very much
as we both grow old together
your kisses can still make
my heart skip beats
husband
dear
It’s a simple and ordinary day,
There’s no reason to wish it a brighter way.
A fake smile and gestures I relay—
There’s no positive; just be okay.
There’s a shift, subtle yet hard to define,
He’s simple, but something in him shines.
A blank face, rarely offering a smile,
Yet somehow, he gives my heart a butterfly.
He’s one of the reasons I can’t explain,
The cause of a heartbeat that won’t remain plain.
His smile—rare, like the full moon’s light,
His steps make my world feel right.
Almost three years, still stuck in the line,
He’s far ahead, not quite mine.
Not in the middle, not even a part—
I hope, if it’s possible, there’s still a start.
Cosmic threads unwind
Dawn's whisper births the forest
Eternity's heartbeat
Love means never having to say you're sorry
For love is strong as a young heartbeat declares
Love is as magic as night sky is starry
and often travels upon whispers of air
Love is a lifetime if we can hold it near
So many beats have resounded with love's name
Beats grow even stronger if we can but hear
Those weaker heartbeats that cannot fan a flame
Love sometimes falters with a pain young or old
It trembles with fear in the sad, hungry child
it beats in shelters of strangers who are cold
Is sad for an angry world where it once smiled -B
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