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The Bouttonniere and Corsage

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I'm walking by a place,

A place that has lost its reason to walk by.

Now I look at it with a somber face and a heavy heart.

I do recall the times i was here,

the joy and cause I had to visit here.

But its not those reasons that make me low.

Not the nostolgiac talks or even the cause of the past that weighs on my soul.

It is the joy of then, and lack of it now that brings me low.

The smiles that were, the smiles that aren't and smiles that could have been

The smiles that could have been.

 

Now instead I walk falsely,

to make light of what weighs heavy.

To make light of what weighs heavy.

I hold my head a little higher, stand a little straighter,

work a little harder; work a little too hard.

Joke a little more, laugh a little louder and smile,

Smile a little too much.

To make light of what weighs heavy at the place I'm walking by.

My heart knows

                     my heart knows 

as i think about you tonight i see our future with your hand in mine 

were all alone on a sandy beach basking in our love with our hearts entwine

as i gaze into your eyes so true i fell in love with you and my heart she glows

just to know you feel it too gives me new hope cause my heart knows 

 i would walk a thousand miles and more just to be with you and never rome

for when im there inside your loving arms i will feel like ive come home

your everything i dreamed you'd be and it is you that i have chose

knowing that you love me too makes me smile cause my heart knows

ive been thinking about you all day and when we first will meet

 that has been enough to exelerate my already fast heart beat

you found me on pof tis true but im the lucky one you chose

 fate has played a hand in this i know cause my heart knows

                             

                         

                              zoeycup

                       

  

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

                     This one was written for my boyfriend hope you all like it!!!

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Here.

Here

Have my soul

Consume me whole

Drink me down

Please, don't drown

I'll be your life raft

You can make me laugh

Don't get lost

I'll keep you around at any cost

I'll map out the endless rivers;

& oceans that lead back to me

I'll write you all the fucking poetry

Because I know you'd do the same for me

 

Here

Have my heart

My art

My poetry

My everything

I'll even sing you to sleep

Whatever you need

I truly want to see you succeed

I see what you don't see

A remarkable fucking human being

Striving, surviving

Talent, endless potential

The same caramel skin as I

Living dead, but alive

 

Here

You can have my thoughts

Untie these nooses

Throw these pills away

Mother fucker, you are here to stay

I don't want to admit it but...

I need you

You're my life line

I'll untie my nooses too

Throw my pills away with you

There's no "too little to late"

Distance, you're in another state

You're still here, guy

You. Are. Alive.

We survive

 

Here

You can have my secrets too

I'll bleed into you

You can have my sleep

My voice

I do this by choice

Please, stay

Don't go away

I need you

Here

 

Fuck.

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moving the "H"

Earth

Showed me her secret art,


It is only four steps away

From the start


Just shift that letter back

And enjoy the blissed 

Heart

 

 

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nEtheR

Here
Running in Red, the dead said something in my head,
the dread bled lead into my being. What am I seeing? Fleeting feelings revealing, rarely repeating, can’t let them defeat me.


Rewiring through time, describing a Fire in rhyme, 
that one in my spine,
it’s a Seussian crime, & I swear, I’m fine, 
nothing wrong with tryin’ out flyin’ away from the well, 
a human hell that cast its spell,
                       to Come Hither and Wither in the Nether,
                       be torn & tethered by its weather
                       be leathered & burnt 
                       by its current,

& if it weren’t for the Hedonist’s Hedge that marked the Edge,
                                             the wedge in my reality, 
I would’ve gone in.

Instead I pledged my pursuits to the flute
her feathered fruits help me refute the polluted mutes from back
There [Ether].

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Spiraling out into a dark direction ~ Carmello Yello

 

Thank you for your time!

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Corpse Pose

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Hand Written

"Feel it, 

the sensation of breathing, 

with a new friend. 

Not

 

the addition, 

but the release of a union

of muscle and sinew, 

effort

 

cast to the side. 

The breath

enjoyed

with the support 

 

of the floor. 

The ground, 

the dirt below, 

thinking now

 

of feeling the green grass

in between your toes, 

the Earth, 

our Earth. 

 

Nay, she is not ours, 

we are instead Hers. 

Your breath... 

given strength by Mother Earth. 

 

Do you feel it? 

The ebb of the Earth, 

the beat, 

the ancient, encompassing embrace. 

 

Do you feel the flow

of the Ocean,

the breath of Mother Earth

made manifest?

 

Do you feel the presece

of the energy,

in this room, 

right now?

 

The energy that is still, 

the energy that links us, 

neighbor to neighbor, 

the energy of the mightiest wave

 

crashing onto the shore,

the wrath of the surf

felt as fury by the surfer

that Hell hath no. 

 

The energy of the exhausted canine

resting finally on couch

with the child who so tenderly

ran it tired. 

 

The energy when Autumn comes

when you're not quite done

kissing Summer

goodbye.

 

Do you feel the breath? 

Do you feel your mind 

spiraling all over this

whirl of whimisical words?

 

Do you feel the heart? 

Your heart? 

My heart? 

The flow of energy 

 

of the one to your left

or right? 

Us all, limited not

to labels

 

or categories, 

not by old, young, 

American, skin tone, 

the foolish boy or the sweet lady.

 

Try Human, 

Homo Sapien, 

try Earthling, 

giggling practitioner about spirit fingers. 

 

But, 

you know what? 

I do not

need to instruct, 

 

because I feel it. 

I feel you. 

I feel joy,

stress, searing pain, 

 

us joining as a whole

with our Om. 

So beautiful, 

you people. 

 

This is it. 

This is you, this is me. 

This is Mother Earth. 

I feel it.

 

And maybe you do too."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The piece I wrote for Lululemon's UNITEd State campaign, during a yoga session I sat and observed.

Fragile Heart

How imprudent I was!


I did not sense that very day,


That your heart was so fragile,


As a mynah made of clay!


 

I should have talked to you soberly,


Your thoughts I should have honoured,


I turned out to be unscrupulous instead,


Making you cry as a baby cornered!


 

I wish I could say ‘sorry’ to you later!

 

Alas! Gone like the wind you were!

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Mexican Princess

Such a beautiful face
I yearn to caress it
Study it
So many stories to be told
So many dreams yet to unfold..

You want to speak
I touch your lips
I feel strong
You feel weak
Trading off in this moment
And you soften
In this mood
Where words are a mystery
It's just us in these sighs
And I kiss you
Delicately, then forcefully
Eyes are closed, hands upon hearts
We are closer than ever before
No more demons or past liaisons
To keep us apart
And it's a start of a glorious evening
Nakedness within our souls
Fingers sooth, hushed moans
The louder until we come
Together and a connection unbreakable
Union unshakable
...Tell me it's true...

P-6/5/11

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Poetic Emotion

Emotions are louder than words,
but are harder to hear,

because we dont listen with our ears,

but with our hearts.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Good at hearing, but bad at listening?

Good at talking, but dont know why?

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