Short Peopleheart Poems
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Look through the "windows" of my soul..
See their "pain" as it takes its toll.
My heart beats with each tear dropped.
Try as I may they cannot be stopped.
Hoping one day my heart will be filled; with you again.
With the purist of love, that we once had; until the end.
You’ve hold my heart in your palm, you don’t even realize it.
You could simply squeeze if you wanted, and there I’d lay, dead.
I know you don’t want that, and you don’t mean to do it,
But every time you look at me, I feel a slight tug,
As you run away with my heart in your palm, you don’t even realize it.
Violence was his game
Tancred,prince of Salerno ,by name
Killed his daughter's true love
Delivered the heart to her abode
Infamy remembered in song,play and ode
Note: Tancred(1078-1152) killed Guiscardo,his daughter's lover and cut his heart out and
sent it to her,she then took poison.Tancred buried them together
My heart is just a piece of flint
Black and small
My heart is just a swinging brick
Cold, hard and unchangeable
My heart is just a black hole
It sucks away any life
My heart is just a bottomless pit
The love thats put in, is never seen again.
I don't have a heart-
Just a space where one should be.
At least, thats what you think.
Form:
with a heart so pure
and dreams so golden
she step into the world
but betrayal cuts deep
and her dreams quickly faded
as cruelty took the place of love
and work took over for her joy
her sadness she kept hidden
wishing no one to see it's burden
her pure heart no longer shines
and golden dreams lay tarnished
she no longer sends out her wishes
the magic fading from her life
His skin is deep
His heart feels deep
His skin is deep
His heart feels deep
His mind is shallow
Then there comes the other man
He sits beside him and he says
"His skin is deep..
His mind runs deep..
His skin is deep..
His heart is shallow"
You decide who is the better man,
One sits and thinks, one feels and stands
because his mind is shallow.....
Form:
Your concerto your opera your symphony
So piano so forte so grave
Brings tingles brings joy brings tears
To my spine to my heart to my eyes
To my spine to my heart to my eyes
As I feel as I discern as I perceive
Your music your motif's your theme
Deep inside refrains so divine
Black silky lengthy hair,
Possesing a beauty truly rare.
Hazel colored glaring eyes,
A beauty with a heart of ice.
Plum cherry-red lips,
A mesmerizing swaying of hips.
Having a hypnotizing smile,
With a personality nothing short of vile.
A most admirable sight,
With the power of turning day to night.
Beauty with the power to conquer,
And potential to break a heart asunder.
Oh the heart tears.
It beats and throbs.
Well springs of light lanterns
Weave and bob.
Still, darkened grime rimed
portals glare,
sad, empty-eyed adults stare.
Oh the heart tears.
Its pulse expands.
Forced back;
dark dwellers disband.
Replaced by children’s crimson cheeks;
lollipops, pigtails, skipping feet.
Small hearts, so precious,
small hands so bold;
reaching out the world to hold.
Oh the heart weeps, it weeps for joy,
but only for one girl or boy.