Heartedly Poems | Examples

Left Like a Cliffhanger

How many pages 
Did you flip through 
Of mine?

That I was written 
With the embodiment 
Of everything you deify?

Trying to picture me 
Gliding 
Through your mind 

A kaleidoscope 
Of innocence 
In a dress 

Where I share poems 
Written about you 
At 2am 

And I am
Weaved together in your arms 
Like the blanket your mom made me

Kissing my cheek 
Until 
I laugh 

And our last kiss 
For the night
Leaves the taste of you behind 

Months old 
Cherry chapstick 
That lives in your favorite pair of jeans

My written word 
Depicted me 
perfectly 

The soft 
Smile on your face 
Said it all 

But the contradiction 
From 
Your tongue 

The sweet 
Sensitive love letters 
You gave me 

Was harder 
For me 
To swallow 

Than the adrenaline 
You could not control 
When you felt my touch 

I am inured 
Whole heartedly 
To the men 

Patching up 
Voids in their lives 
With being lascivious 

Their books 
Always
Know how to catch your eye 

Yet 
They are always 
Missing the last few pages 

But I keep 
Rereading them
As if the ending will change

Protect My Heart

The fight in which you can't understand,
As love proceeds to hold your hand,

On purpose with precision, precious in his eyes,
Keeping every ounce of you hidden protecting your heart inside,
Like a treasure to keep or a door to unlock,
A place to hide when the heart's had enough,
We live out this life with everyone knowing,
And yet forget the heart that's privately showing,
The love that we so desperately want,
That quietly reassures us we are more than enough,
That stands by our side that doesn't need to be seen,
And loves us no matter what whole heartedly,

Rematch Tomorrow 8AM

The day passes, an idle hitchhiker,
Thumb half-heartedly protruding
A posture half begging, half daring
Go ahead… seize the day

Good luck with that challenge
For daylight slips through the fingers
Craftily dodges with shadowy stealth
All attempts to control it, confine it

A few minutes in a crowded Starbucks
A cold compress of iced coffee
A mindless “atta boy, go get ‘em”
From a high school drop-out Barrister

Another “rope-a-dope” meeting
Stay on your feet, they’ll stop talking soon
How did it come to this
You were once a contender

Another ten round draw
Everyone seems happy
You didn’t embarrass anyone
Rematch tomorrow...8AM

House Keeping

After she left the house for realities unknown,
abandoned rooms became discrete spaces
fully occupied by her thoughts.

Buses still stop two doors down,
sparrows hop over the stalks of dead roses.
Road dust carpets, then is windswept away.

Eventually, Girl Guides selling cookies
scrub her address off clipboards.
The mail has begun to forward itself
to nowhere.

The house whispers to passing pedestrians,
It calls to migrant cats, homeless mice,
indigenous tribes of Carpenter Bees.

A face on a billboard is planted in the yard,
prospective buyers enter and leave,
none move in.

Her spirit returns for a while
to inhabit the once lived in.
half-heartedly she wanders
over her own footsteps,
does not stay long.

Her arthritic presence has moved on
to a place, a safehouse for the forgotten,
where grab bars and access ramps
are reimagined and improved.

I want you

want you...
To smile like you use to,
To laugh whole heartedly.
To wipe away those salty tears.
To speak unreprovingly.

I want you...
To remember better days,
To make better days ahead.
Don't linger in the moment.
Look to the future instead.

I want you...
To see the flowers,
Even when they are hard to find.
To hold on dearly to who you are.
To be surrounded by some peace of mind.

I want you...
To be Happy,
Regardless of the cost.
To build something amazing with me.
Twice as good as anything we lost.

But most importiant of all,
I want you...

The Wolfman

The old concoction, over a century ago since it was first brewed. It transformed a man into a blood-thirsty wolf-beast. Killed those that it hunted, and haunted by killers, like that of Bruce Willis.  The melee ritual continued bestilled, assisted by the moneyless workers who buried his victims in overnight cemeteries.  Before the turn of the century, he has begotten an heir sharing the sinister trait. The continuity worsened as a few bitten, also carried the wolf trait. One affected Daddy Dearest and the calamity befelled his family. An overly protective mother shields her crying daughter. The daughter asks her, "What's wrong with daddy?" She tells her that her daddy is infected because he was bitten by a wild beast. So for a long while they are living in fear of constant exterior attacks by Daddy the Wolfman. In the final carnage they both died. She willed her daughter's care with a family member. He hears her laughing heartedly downstairs. He stops mid-flight and sees the girl twirling and being spun around in the air. He smiles with a tear of joy.

The Ebbtide

And now the ebb tide flows,
The end of all intentions,
Hopes and energies
Exhausted in submission to a greater power.
Terms are struck
And life relinquished
To subside in age
And reminiscence
Of what might have been
So many fine and fragile hopes
Remembered with regret,
Time seen for what it is,
The grand opposer of all dreams.
Long since potential fades 
In undistinguished shadows
Of a passing scene
With nothing left
To serve
An interest in life itself.

Is emptiness
The only aspect of this view
To falter slow
In meaningless events
And shrivelled dreams of youth?

The world seemed good
Those years ago,
Seemed full and generous
In its possibilities,
Yet dabbled in half-heartedly
It turned
And snuffed the candle-glow
Of proud intent.

The image fades
To trace but faintly
On the clouds of time
The whims of youth.

Death of Life

Death is calling

Love a dried flower in my heart, a heart comes from life; dry petals
Hmm, life parts, nothing more, asks my life the life, get me no more
No more, in the Life of Life, killed by an honest good-heartedly… life
… monster by Life

Monster is my life, ask my heart; he is an anonymous fate, in the Life
Hmm, the trees of the forest whisper, a love still waiting for me; Life in
Life is calling to the Death. Bye not style of my death, the fate driven 

… of and from my only got life in now from past and dreamed life; off
Last time, just list time, love me, oh Life, and drop down this only life
A single life, loved you, oh Life, but there is no partner in the life. Bye

Birthday

Quote:"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin". Mother Teresa

Long awaited birtday arrives,
Best wishes, cakes and flowers from social media thrives,
I feel haapy, did not know I had so many friends,
Wish I could smell the flowers and taste a piece from the cakes.

The joy of real birtday touches my heart,
When someone sings a birtrhday wish from heart,
When I try to blow a single candle whole heartedly,
Wish I had some real people nearby for the party.

Then I think, why bother, this is your birthday,
Pick up some roses, eat some cake, enjoy your day,
Play some joyous romantic music whole day.
Carpe Diem, it is your day.

classmates

Curious minds seek knowledge,
laughter, friendship, shared 
classmates, hearts connected.

Chatter fills the air,
laughter beyond imagination
classmates together.

As war comrades
we stand to strive hard,
good memories we still create.

Like red ants on march
hands held heartedly with
with heavenly blessing,
to cross that star fived sea(L5)

classmates together,
so sad three stayed with the flag
in a foreign land, 
hope we forget never to forget,
lovely classmates I recall.

L M

My life, my love, moments lasting, making memories, lessons learned, I listen most leisurely, methodically, meticulously, light-heartedly, laughing magnanimously.

Wilting Flowers

Wilting Flowers

What in life is commonly shared
But to scream out in frustration together!

From this chair I watch the flowers droop
As useful purpose is cruelly removed,
While my freshness disappears,
Abhorrently, in sustained tears.

I scarcely question depression’s invasion
And try half-heartedly contemplating escapism.
It’s the complexity of organismal cannibalism
(Feeding on each other to thrive in this environment)
That bends my conscience, revealing nature’s intent
Of a point desperately sought, “called meaning.”

And then to be disappointed when it is discovered
That the answer lies in a vase of wilting flowers.

The Wizard Will Know

The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said.
Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head.
I looked for the curtain as I pranced down the yellow brick road.
Instead of Toto a cairn terrier, I was followed by a frog who looked old.

The mini-munchkins did not come out to greet or to sing.
I never found a scarecrow, tinman or lion with zing.
In the far distance I saw a poppy field, but the flowers looked odd.
An old witch-like creature with wings gave me a head nod.

Where is the wizard? I yelled, kind of half-heartedly.
That’s when I found a lively sassy wise talking oak tree.
Winged monkeys are about, so make haste she warned me.
Fear came into my heart, I’ve seen Wizard of Oz times twenty-three.

I began to run and hit my head on an unexpected branch.
I woke up smelling cinnamon, pumpkin and possibly ranch.
A frog with a wizard hat was concocting some kind of spell.
I wondered if I was still alive or I had gone to…..

The Wizard Will Know

The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said.
Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head.
I looked for the curtain as I pranced down the yellow brick road.
Instead of Toto a cairn terrier, I was followed by a frog who looked old.

The mini-munchkins did not come out to greet or to sing.
I never found a scarecrow, tinman or lion with zing.
In the far distance I saw a poppy field, but the flowers looked odd.
An old witch-like creature with wings gave me a head nod.

Where is the wizard? I yelled, kind of half-heartedly.
That’s when I found a lively sassy wise talking oak tree.
Winged monkeys are about, so make haste she warned me.
Fear came into my heart, I’ve seen Wizard of Oz times twenty-three.

I began to run and hit my head on an unexpected branch.
I woke up smelling cinnamon, pumpkin and possibly ranch.
A frog with a wizard hat was concocting some kind of spell.
I wondered if I was still alive or I had gone to…..

Fight Against the Current

I am as cold as ice inside an arctic force wind. 
A glacier slowly melting from things I can't control. 
I can see the end but growing stronger is my goal.
I hang on like a ship that's sinking so tragically.
The world will move you if you let it, so magically.
On the outside you will see sad eyes worn down from every wave.
I wish I could love myself enough to be saved,
The summer sun is sweltering hot and the ice is mostly gone.
If you look really closely you'll see the same droplets in the ocean moving like a song.
Every day is getting harder but each day I let go and become strong.
Finally the glacier in my heart has melted thoroughly.
Now I feel I won this war, as I am apart of everything the infinite ocean I feel full heartedly. 
I move as the sea moves let go of all I hold.
Now I shine and sparkle a force so bold.

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