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Poetry by me
Poetry by me
The speed of my heart beats a rhythm
Heart racing, Breath coming in great gulps
Pain racing through my breast.
How do I release the pain?
How do I calm the heart and put things right?
My soul cries out in the night
Screaming from the pain of loss.
Do I make my heart of stone?
Do I build a wall around my soul?
I feel as if my heart has been ripped free
Tattered and torn laying in pieces
Who will mend it?
Who will breathe sweet life into me again?
Bring my heart made of stone to life
Break the shell, remove the walls.
When will this pain end?
When will my heart find salvation?
Will the night winds carry my prayers?
Will the moon hear my plea?
5/28/2005 2:07 pm
I've heard a thousand hearts|
but broken only one
Although I try to mend it
It's something left undone.
While lifes road travels
through the great unknowns
I hope to hear another heart
that is true to me alone
It matters not their past
or troubles that they've had
What matters most to that heart
when it beats my name be glad.
Others may have been there
and thrown it to the ground
This friendship grows with each beat
And my name it soon will POUND!!
3/22/2007 5:28 pm
I remember a day when I was told she had cancer. |
I remember a day when I wrapped my heart in iron.
I remember a day when I felt pushed away, the weight of
my heart rolling easily down the hill of "away."
I remember a day when I felt great hope.
I remember a day when I felt that hope fade.
I remember a day when I felt pushed again.
I remember a day when I loosed the iron.
I remember a day when the hope returned,to be dashed again.
I remember many days of preparing for the woorse.
I remember a day of turning away.
I remember many a day of mourning.
I remember a day of turning back.
I remember a day of memories old.
Your poem pulled this from my heart. Thank you.