Short Hearts Content Poems
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My hearts a
little broken
And a little
battered too
It's also kind
of beaten
But my heart
is all for you
Let’s talk to our hearts content.
Let’s share, let’s laugh together
And let us get to know each other.
For
I promise each moment will be sweeter than the first.
New Years Eve,
Old Lang Syne
And all that.
And you may hear
An old lady roaming the midnight streets,
Singing at the top of her voice,
And blowing her hron to her hearts content.
One too many snowballs maybe
But don't worry
As it's only the Hooting Nanny.
Do not take my words
that embraced me late in my life
for now I feel deaf
without the sound
of the rhymes or iterations
and dead if I cannot
liberate myself by them
in non-sensicals or metaphors.
Let me scribble to hearts content.
My freedom lies in these little evasions.
Music is a therapy It is good for the soul
And it works for me.
It calms me down and let's me unwind
The stressful day behind.
Classical , jazz ,RnB, Soul, Grime
There are so many to choose .
Dance , sing or tap your feet to the beat.
Sing along to your hearts content be it in
Private or with friends.
At the epicentre
within our heart
as love canters
ignition restarts
As the cogniser
of the current
soma we savour
to hearts content
Throb of silence
one hand clapping
yawn in innocence
electricity vivifying
Ceasing to resist
in total surrender
we as a bliss mist
at ourself wonder
06-September-2020
Young love I envy not:
Bemusing time
Of upset hearts
And inept kisses
When lofty dreams
With passion zoom
Through twists and turns
And dead-end chases—
No, I prefer my love mature,
In marriage steady,
Two hearts content,
When each brief kiss
Renews a vow
And each sly glance
Stirs memories
Of young bemusing love.
If for a day we two could be
To share a breath, to maybe see
That if allowed, we’d then feel free
To be just as we should
Then we would make our hearts content
Breaths worked up would then be spent
To further prove our covenant
And do just as we would
I used to sing until I lost my voice
Now I hardly have one
A bad habit of waiting to make a choice
I still have never made one
I don't need lyrics to sing to my hearts content
Seldom do I sing, though
I didn't know I had to listen for the bell to ring
I had to know it would ring
I ran everytime, until I forgot the sound
What was the tune I used to sing ?
Thinking will not prolong the inevitable.
Hoping for yesterday will not stop tomorrow.
Incompetence only takes you so far.
Shooting for the stars is our destination.
Initially, we must all create our paths.
Slowly, may our fate take its shape.
In time, memories shall begin to fade.
Tapping in rhythm with our hearts content.
The Paper Birch
The peeling bark glows pure as snow
Like hearts content in love they know
Tho layers fall and rust appears
Eternal joy doth vanquish fears
When lightning strikes and clouds rain hail
The forest floor draws close its veil
Where flowers bloom ‘till thoughts of you
Spring forth like lilies’ passion hue
And thus alone still shining bright
The Paper Birch forgives the night
Wow great couples tetra
In vintage portrait of an inn spectra
Letting hair down amiably
Grooming too amicably
Socializing to the hearts’ content
Seems their mutual intent
With their perfect mate
Relish the quality moment
After painting the town red
Now chilling on sofa spread
Vibrance oozes from their mien
As they share their bonds umpteen
For the four super couples
My verse here makes ripples..!!
I’d look up all my long lost friends,
And tell them all good-bye;
I’d ride my horse to my hearts content,
Eat the chocolate I’ve been denied;
I’d write my final epitaph,
To put upon my grave;
I’d go and walk along the beach,
Maybe catch a wave;
I’d say farewell to the one I love,
And tell him to move on;
I don’t want for him to suffer,
After I’m long gone;
I’d regret that I had been so shy,
If I knew I had to die.
Sports or Church?
I’d take sports over church any day,
Play sports to my hearts content,
I would never go out of my way,
From the body or people to repent.
I was asked about it by James,
Then by my parents, “[wot u think?]”
So i said straight i liked games,
With them i was not on the brink.
Secularism is physical, god’s not,
And atheism implies real life,
Where people matter and are hot,
So atheism must be the wife.
Browsing the library
It’s my favorite thing to do
Breathing in the air of books and paper
Picking up a book and examining the book from the cover to the back
Staring at title after title
All I’m doing is looking for a few good books to read
And soon enough in the mystery section I end up with mystery book after mystery book to devour
All I’m doing is looking for a few good books at the library to devour to my hearts content
There is nothing to be done by us here
Enjoy and make merry in the sunshine
Feel, oh hermit, throb of bliss as it spears
Nothing to be done, except to align
Playfully dance on to your hearts content
Feel, oh hermit, blessings of the divine
Innocence is our native element
Ever entwined with the supreme being
Feel, oh hermit, rapturous bliss current
Free of fear, in an aspect allowing
Feel, oh hermit, ecstasy unending
22-November-2020
i am cast out upon a sea of lonliness. cursed to drift forever in my pain and misery. my pain and misery are of my own doing. i feel like sreaming untill my hearts content but alas i can not, for who would hear me on this sea of loneliness. so now may the icy embracy of death take me. for the will to live has left me. so to still the beating of my heart. i grasp for the most ancient of all evils poison. i cry out awoa to all who knew me. lest thou never forget me .
Young Love I Envy Not
Young love I envy not:
Bemusing time
Of upset hearts
And inept kisses
When lofty dreams
With passion zoom
Through twists and turns
And dead-end chases—
No, I prefer my love mature,
In marriage steady,
Two hearts content,
When each brief kiss
Renews a vow
And each sly glance
Stirs memories
Of young bemusing love.
Birthday: November 16
Written: November 16, 2016
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My heart is sad, so I sit and cry ...
what will it accomplish? ... Who really cares!
My heart is hurting, my spirit is wounded ...
but it will pass, because I know the One who cares!
I feel so angry, something I fear ... a lot!
this thing that rises inside, it scares my very soul!
Am I going forward or backward? ... I know not which,
for I do what I think is right, yet others disagree.
So I sit and cry to my hearts content ...
until all is worked out by my Lord.