It wasn't the broken fence that shows me how fragile things can be
It wasn't the wilted flower that shows me how easily things die
It is the seed, the bud, the bloom, the baby in the stroller ...
the beginning of life and the beginning of a day
It is the fresh start, the clean slate, the sunrise in morning...
It is the renewal of new opportunities continuing to evolve
- all from the loving heartbeat of time -
Heidi Sands
9/7/25
(C)opyright
A day may be yesterday,
a day may be tomorrow,
fragments of the past,
and whispers of the future.
But!
Today is not yesterday,
And today is never tomorrow.
Today is the present,
to be lived,
one breath,
One heartbeat,
one moment at a time.
There may be many yesterdays,
and tomorrows are never promised.
But for each daily journey,
you are given only,
one today.
racing at the mention of your name
AP: 2nd place 2025
OF HEARTBEAT MEMORIES
My heart skipped a beat,
As sweet blooming thoughts of you,
Stood at its door front:
Keloid rosebud memories,
Shifting its beating rhythms:-
BiteSize Poetry Contest no121 // Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
( 3rd Place )
Written: August 20, 2025
Each word a note, a quiet song,
lines rise and fall where hearts belong.
Pauses hum as loudly as the sound,
meaning dances, turning all around.
Rhythm threads through every heartbeat
and soul and melody at last meet.
He is the heartbeat of my soul; he is the one who takes control
He leads me to the crossroads so that I can choose
how I could win and how I could lose, and for every error that
I make he wii correct my mistake
I am but a lamb who can lose its way, but He leads me back day by day.
Contest: Rolling With The Rs
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date Written: 3rd August, 2025
Placement: Fourth
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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.
Roots That Breathe Within My Heartbeat
At every step,
their shadow guides me,
My father, steady as an oak in the breeze,
my mother, tenderness in all that feeds.
Their hands wove the thread of my fate,
with patience, love, and a steady gait.
Though time may rush and the world may spin,
my heart always flows back to them within.
I am the fruit of their strength and gaze,
with each triumph, I embrace them again.
No gold nor glory could ever replace,
the warmth in their eyes when I return to their space.
And if life ever calls me to roam,
I’ll carry their voices as my way home.
Feeling God’s heartbeat, at the crown,
poised thus in a trance state,
rapture rises, in bliss we drown,
as nodes within gyrate.
Nectar flows through our veins,
cutting through ego’s chains
cleansing soul’s feral stains.
Bliss refrains repeat ~
Feeling God’s heartbeat
For you I am an open book
Read me as you will
Nothing hidden, take a look
Until you get you fill
Around the block, experienced
In many different things
I'll show them to you one by one
I'll start by tuning strings
the first song I ever heard
was not listened to with ears
the rhythmic beat of your heart
was the melody I danced to…
…the whoosh of life blood, my lullaby
my heart learned the harmony
rejoicing in our sweet duet
I still hear the echo of that maternal music
the natural tempo has been bastardized
mutilated by machinery
the nerve splitting beeps that slowed
and then stopped
/\/\/\/\/\/\/ \ /\ /\ /\ /\ /\______________________
my heart mourns and aches with the loss
the dance partner and teacher I love
now, stuttering and insecure, my heart
wants the confidence of your harmony
but you taught me to sing, and now
that I teach the beat to my child,
the echo of your heart song will never die.
________/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
MY HEART BEATS WITH MY SON.
THERE'S NOT A MOMENT THAT PASSES THAT I AM NOT THINKING ABOUT HIS WELL-BEING AND HOW HE FEELS, OR WHAT'S GOING ON WITH HIM.
I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD LOVE ANOTHER MAN, LIKE I LOVE MY SON.
I WOULD GO TO THE MOON AND BACK FOR HIM, CROSS OCEANS AND DESERTS, GO THROUGH ANY JUNGLE AND DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO BE WITH HIM.
I HOPE I GET TO GROW OLD TO SEE HIM HAVE HIS OWN FAMILY AND HIS OWN KIDS.
MY BLOODLINE AND THE NEXT GENERATION OF THE SANCHEZ FAMILY
Where stars a heartbeat
In the flutter of a baby's chest cradled
beneath their mothers breast
In the beat of running feet as a child
runs toward the future
In the wind as it blows the clouds around
or the water as it flows over pebbles on
its way to the sea
In the traffic on the busy streets or the
soft sounds of the forest deep
Why are we drawn to these sounds
be they harsh or gentle upon the ear
It is life that comes to us in a chorus
of sounds and feelings to lift us up or
take us down to the deepest despair
But we all listen for it from the sound of a baby's first cry
to the soft moan of a lover
to the peace that comes at the end
only to begin again so listen for the soft
Thuds of life
Regular is the heartbeat of Earth at every twenty six seconds -
No one feels, hears, or appreciates.
Breathing in acid rain,
seeing red,
wrath burns through translucent veins,
heartbeat rattles against a jilted sternum.
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