Short Heavy Hearted Poems
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Last life is when werewolves
Lived long although heavy-hearted,
And so slow to trust
Whoever had thirsty thoughts—
While weak—bit by
Tiny tight bit through throats
To steal-suck their black blood.
When I am heavy hearted,
And burdens are pressing sore,
When there’s no one to help me,
And no relief is in store.
I call out to Jesus,
When I obey Him my burdens are lifted,
And He sets my spirit free.
Life is happier,
When you smiles.
Life is heavy-hearted,
When you cry.
Life is marvelous,
When we are together.
Life became plain-Jane,
When we are disturbed.
The best thing in the world,
Is when people love there nation.
The best thing in the land,
Is when human use there imagination.
If you’re heavy hearted, and feeling blue,
Speak His Name.
He knows all about you-He knows what to do.
Speak His Name.
There is power in His name.
At His word the worlds were framed.
When He speaks, hearts are changed,
And things that trouble us rearranged.
Speak His Name.
Life is happier,
When you smiles.
Life is heavy-hearted,
When you cries.
Life is marvelous,
When we are together.
Life became plain-Jane,
When we are disturbed.
The best thing in the world,
Is when people loves there nation.
The best thing in the land,
Is when human uses there imagination.
From the void,
A voice.
For ill-fated,
A choice.
From the dark,
A light.
For the heavy-hearted,
A delight.
From the pit,
A rope.
For self-defeated,
A hope.
From past battles,
A savior.
For the lost traveler,
A favor.
From the past,
A pain.
For my heart,
A gain.
From my dreams,
A view.
For evermore,
Comes you.
when thoughts unkind
and winds turn cold
a heart in atrophy
slowly turns to stone
while severed
disconnected
its string gone feral
the soul astray
drifts off
to chase the first
warm breeze
AP: 2nd place 2022, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on September 26, 2020 for contest IMPACT AND METAPHORS sponsored by WILLIAM KEKAULA - RANKED 1ST
I am always going
But alone
I think everybody is accompanying me
I see in the mirror that my eyes are not telling the truth
Without sound of night
I go with you
In this ocean of seducation
I am heavy hearted of my childhood s food
I am near to the wind and silence in this broken color
I am going more silent than sound of cloud s food
I am lonely here
Alcohol sitting in my veins now
Foggy brain
Grieving day
Days run together
Now that the barstool holds me
My mind shouting her name
Never going to lose that love
Even now that we are away
Away from each other
Going our own
Going our own way
Heavy hearted I am
I take that glass full
Washing away my pain
But it’s too late
Too late
Cause my pain ain’t going away
A desolate disposition
Remarkably remote
A silent, nagging tension
A prickle in my throat
A heavy hearted sorrow
Debilitating weights
A fear for each tomorrow
The trials that may await
Isolated troubles
Breed in solitude
Keeping safe, my bubble
Has become the thing I do
No one will ever know me
I’m acting all the time
It sure gets awful lonely
Beneath these lies of mine
I Feel A coldness In The Past
Energy less ,Maybe Some How With No Reason
I sit In The Sunshine
Maybe You Will Be Appeared In Sunset
Im Not Impatient
But Im Some Heavy Hearted
Of This Not Ending Behavior
Which Causes ...
That Story Of Storm Shouting Remaines Un Written
My Heart Beats With The Heart Of This Story
I am Totally Sleepless And Cold
When Crying lullaby Wont Let Me Alone
the ghostly figures plea is to attend
the mantel of life, to be and to see
if they are forgiven, needing a friend,
the ghostly figures plea.
heavy hearted, weary to be set free.
moonlight filters many shapes to amend,
listening to Satan, not meant to be.
these figures once had a garden to tend,
ignoring the warning ate of the tree,
now evicted, their souls can not prehend
the ghostly figures plea.
Cleaned and shaved thinking that’ll do
out and about running blue
Tempted by the light that natures gives
Beckons to heal my soul -
to no avail
An empty course flies through my veins
Little left to guide me sane
Depressed in the light of day
Chained to darkness wrath’s, I lay prey
Escape my reality, with smiles on my face -
to have the weight of reality way in -
Heavy hearted I fall
Tounge-tied
With a milk mustache
My inner child blushes
LIke a school girl
Who believes her cycle
Will emanate a bad smell
Chin-up little lady
Womanhood has been deemed
Nothing but reproductive
As of yet
Don't be heavy hearted
No one likes a girl who thinks too much
Darken your lashes
Color your lips with red
And don't forget to always smile
Hurry
Do it now
Before Womanhood fades back
Into nonexistence
Form:
Bad stress
What a mess
Wound up like a spring
Not a good thing
Tired and down
Wearing a frown
Heavy hearted
Hope departed
Indecisive
Not incisive
Eyes frazzled
Feeling Dazzled
Opposite to this
Let yourself not miss
Good stress
Worries less
Motivated
And elated
Moving on with force
Sticking to your course
Confidence raised
There is no haze
Light hearted
Fear departed
Eyes clear
Inside you cheer
Hummingbirds sing sweet when
his head rests on my lap-
Heavy-hearted moments
heal my wounds with such ease-
He encompasses with
heated passion and love-
Heaven in his warm arms...
Pleiades H
February 19, 2017
Heavy hearted holes open doors, then close em shut
While everyones waiting on a helping hand or a bastards crutch
Silly I feel useless watching clouds in broken shapes
Damn it if we land it completely captivated by birthday cake
I'll sail away
under baby blue skies and mankind's caution tape
Here maybe now or after all is well
The head is fearing
Insists that freedoms
breathin is a white lie
On and on til the rooster sighs
Does anybody try
Or am I just high