Long Heartache Poems
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Eyes can show so much emotion
Like a heart filled with devotion
Shining like stars in the night
Glowing oh so big and bright
Hatred can really be seen
In dark eyes so big and mean
Glaring at you with disdain
Causing you heartache and pain
Sorrow is another way
Eyes tell a story every day
When tears fill up and make them moist
Your sadness shows-- you have no choice
Happiness is seen for miles
Eyes start dancing with big smiles
Showing everyone you meet
The joyfulness in your heart beat
Envy can not be disguised
Its like green daggers in your eyes
That's aiming for somebody who
You think broke your heart in two
Eyes are windows to the soul
Colorful or black as coal
Depending on what mood your in
Eyes tell stories time and again
Inspired by a quote. Be inspired, y'all. Be inspired by everything and everyone. Life is a miracle. See it. Feel it. Believe it. Because you're part of that miracle too.
You can't touch yesterday
By Michelle Morris
23/01/2023
Life is a miracle
Life is a blessing
See it, feel it, believe it
It's all part of the Universe's lessons
We're all connected
We're part of it all
Be inspired by the moments
By hope and faith and more
Hold on to the good times
Enjoy the life you have
Put yesterday in a suitcase
Pack it away with memories
You can't touch yesterday
Yesterday is gone
It's all part of your history
A story in the past
You can't touch yesterday
And yesterday can't touch you
So why do you keep on letting
Yesterday rule your future?
Life is a theatrical one time event
That's created by each moment we have
We string them all together
Memories of beauty and awe
Sometimes there is heartache
Sometimes there is loss
But that makes us appreciate it more
This blessing that we're gifted
We have to enjoy it now
We have to make the most of it
The past is something we can't change
It's what we learn from, and cannot fix
You can't touch yesterday
Yesterday is gone
It's all part of your history
A story in the past
You can't touch yesterday
And yesterday can't touch you
So why do you keep on letting
Yesterday rule your future?
Time to enjoy the moments
Time to make the most of your life
Time to heal your soul
Time to get your future right
You can't touch yesterday
Yesterday is gone
It's all part of your history
A story in the past
You can't touch yesterday
And yesterday can't touch you
Embrace your precious life
So you can have a blessed future
© Michelle Morris, 2023
In a world where hearts ignore compassionate cries.
Acts of kindness become rare, so empathy dies.
As human nature loses the skill to listen,
his mission is to help every smile to glisten.
He needs no theme song to introduce his name,
nor has a desire to reach Hollywood fame.
No x-ray vision nor bionic power,
he can't read minds nor move the Eiffel tower.
His tongue is an olive branch forming peaceful words,
most beautiful soul whose heart can conquer swords.
When sorrow calls and heartache leaves the mind in knots,
his sincere voice will calm those tormented thoughts.
The tenderness of his fingertips will soothe dark scars,
as the heart heals, it will illuminate like stars.
He sees no difference between a dove or pigeon,
his humble heart spreads love like a religion.
He is not the sandman, but he can help bring dreams,
he has no halo, but his love flows like streams.
His life is like a cherry blossom bud full of grace,
a butterfly who doesn't belong in this place.
In his quest he sacrifices his own pain,
aware his emotions are like sandcastles in rain.
He knows death awaits, but his empathy bleeds,
continuing to inspire, ignoring his own needs.
The Silent One
18 November 2017
Example for HERO contest
Once upon a Christmas Time
I was happy you were mine
Now this holiday is sad
Thinking of the love we had
That you threw away like trash
Making me fall hard and crash
Breaking me from outside in
How do I start to begin
Unwrapping the pain you left
Leaving me with no regret
The bows of love that made me smile
Are shredded ribbons in a pile
The paper signed with both our names
Is now burning in the flames
The present of my love each year
Was torn open with hate, not care
I was the star that tried to shine
And sparkle when you were mine
Stringing popcorn all night long
Until my love you strung along
Songs of joy and laughter sung
Till your voice of lying stung
Snowmen built up from the ground
Like our life till it fell down
Hot chocolate with marshmallows
Can't keep me warm from the cold
That froze my heart into ice
Now nothing can crack or slice
It back to a hot beating rhythm
My mind can no longer fathom
It melting ever again
I am giving up on men
Song of hope to inspire you.
A thousand stories
By Michelle Morris
02/12/2022
You've been burned before
Far, far too many times
All you want is to be loved
For yourself and your kindness
Your eyes, they show sadness
They could tell a thousand stories
Of love and loss and heartache
Of adventures and loneliness
Do you think you could
Tell me a story?
Do you think you could
Share your soul?
Do you think you could
Know I'm worthy?
Do you think you could
Lose control?
Come, come now
I see your sorrow
Come, come now
I see your pain
Come, come now
There will be tomorrow
Come, come now
You don't love in vain
So much is unknown
And, so much is our choice
Destiny and Fate laugh at us
While we deliberate with voices
Here I offer you my hand
My friendship is free and clear
I know you've been burned before
But I can feel it all and understand
So, do you think...? Do, you think...?
Do you think you could
Tell me a story?
Do you think you could
Share your soul?
Do you think you could
Know I'm worthy?
Do you think you could
Lose control?
Come, come now
I feel your sorrow
Come, come now
I feel your pain
Come, come now
There will be a new love
Come, come now
You don't hurt in vain
I know you've been burned before
But, please don't lose hope yet
There is goodness waiting for you
Be inspired and feel your blessings
Sometimes things happen this way
To make us stronger for our souls
For the path we have chosen
Creates greatness untold
Come now... Please, please speak to me...
Come now... Embrace your destiny...
Do you think you could
Tell me a story?
Do you think you could
Share your soul?
Do you think you could
Know I'm worthy?
Do you think you could
Lose control?
Come, come now
I know your sorrow
Come, come now
I know your pain
Come, come now
Let's walk together
Come, come now
I will dry your tears
Come, come now
I am your friend
Come, come now
I will be here
Come, come now
There will be a new star
Come, come now
Your true love will be forever
© Michelle Morris, 2022
There is nothing I won't do
To try and finally get through
To a world who is not well
Somehow we all tripped and fell
Right into a hole of hate
I just hope it's not too late
For climbing out of the deep
Anger that we slowly seep
Into souls, quickly burning
Out the love, now it's turning
More and more into heartache
When are we all gonna take
A look at what we're all doing
To each other, lets stop screwin'
Around, getting back to when
All humans were happy friends
Accepting others, and not judging
Let's leave all the hurtful smudging
In the past and move ahead
Without any tears or dread
Life Doesn't Begin At Birth (Try, Fail, Rebound)
When you're down depressed in a heap
and you see their want is all they seek
when you feel you've died but heart beats
numb are your nerves
your worst fears have fallen into place
when you've lost it all as it's gone to waste
and love fell short never there to trace
couldn't be worse
lights are dying, bulbs blown
and so all the life you have known
you must try to fix you
from high up above to crashed below
when you don't believe but yet you know
so deny your thoughts a chance to flow
blocking your hurt
sight allows you to let go
and will lighten up your load
you must try to fix you
tears stream, the mind flows,
here dream, decline lows,
fear, grieve and find space
Arise from your heartache
strength put with time grows
pain over time goes
ambition sparks, let pride race
life begins with a starting place
They, beseech love as a token of joy, love is nowhere to be called in
only to bid farewell to joy, left behind, a hymn
such is the glossy glaze of a subtle worldly longing , a fading heartsong to lull
oblivion and them, an array of whim, newly reborn, blossoming recklessly, vagabond a feel,
And so is the love, sleep deprived a croon, a yearning eddy , a sandstorm kill
a chill hideout in zeal
And the let down show
And the no brainer love, a sow
a love losing all and all
in grievance and then the majestic fall
my love let us overcome, since the night is done, the dream was drawn
to an end
why the churn, even though a show, to steel the unsayable lexical
sleepy and bizarre adventures of an ensuing moonlight sonata
after a prodigal setting in mist and fog
my love, let us be mourners in good faith, humbling.
a saga of love, unspoken, is ending within, whence a kismet wills on.
now many are still a sense in smiling and a feeling In many more
to be born for a tossed and turned, a smile and a longing heartache
with brimming eyes, salty tears
trickling down with an usher, downpour
"As a Child to Man, The Turning"
When the father is missing
Where goes the child
Walking barefoot wild
on a beach where
all his sandcastles
are washed away
and mothers and sisters
are holy
their towers high
unreachable
he is measured against
the merit of the missing father
unrecognisable, unattainable
and his life lessons discovered
in a bitter prison of learning
as a Child to Man
understanding
LOVE
is the forgiveness
of abandonment
his truth is found
freedom floods
like his lost Ocean
in
The Turning
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"The introduction to his heartache began as a child
So it's no wonder that he grew up to be so wild.
So he protected his feelings in walls he imagined
But castles crumble exposing the frightened child"
>center>RED ALERT
“More floods in the north,” says the man on TV,
They’ve issued another red alert.
More sandbags to stack across more front doors,
Desperate to hold back nature’s power.
They’ve issued another red alert.
A few hours warning is all they can give.
Desperate to hold back nature’s power;
Remembering how it was last time.
A few hours warning was all they could give;
A chance to move what they can upstairs.
Remembering how it was last time;
Knowing just what lies ahead.
A chance to move what they can upstairs,
As they nervously wait for the ominous sound.
Knowing just what lies ahead,
When the waters surge through the narrow street.
As they nervously wait for the ominous sound,
They do what they can to limit the heartache,
When the waters surge through the narrow street.
They offer a prayer to whoever will hear.
They do what they can to limit the heartache.
More sandbags to stack across more front doors.
They offer a prayer to whoever will hear.
“More floods in the north,” says the man on TV.