41. The Marching Heart
I believe the beating in our hearts
was put there to remind us
that even when we feel alone in the world,
a part of us marches on,
I believe the beating in our hearts
was put there to remind us
that even when we feel alone in the world,
a part of us marches on,
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Floating, heart askew
In the dark, deep tunnel of nothing
Claw with every cell of me
Reach out for anger, greed, sorrow
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In every walk you take
There will always be a bad day.
When tears kept flowing
From failures and disappointments,
How hard it is to heal a broken heart.
Everything seems so dark,
And it seems like the stars even lost their spark.
Loneliness just pulled me apart.
You get through the bad days
because you have no other choice.
There is nothing else you can do
but hold tightly to your smile
In a sea of darkness
Searching for the light
But those who you once loved
Have left you to deal; alone
I believe there is a path and a purpose for all of us. The first step is asking this with all your heart. In your path you may encounter difficulties and feel alone or in pain, but Angels,...
In some people's pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise,
Disguise that dressed their lonely heart
With devastating cuts that ever hurt.
I gracefully bloom in July,
Clothed in a delicate silk,
Fringed with a delicate lace,
Sprinkled with the color of milk.
This is a very beautiful poem. The inspiring topic and the perfect rhyme add charm to the poem. I can picture the lily standing in the field, a glimmer of beauty in its entire surroundings,...
I am learning to find hope
in the smallest and most unexpected places
like the whispers through the forest
and the velvet evening sky
This poem speaks to me. I really like it. We spend so much of our time focusing on things that really don't make life better and we miss out on many of the things that do.
Have faith
that although it may seem
like the good has come and gone,
there will be better.
Wow! I love it. My kind of writing. Short, to the point with powerful words, and a great message. I have witnessed firsthand how better has come, many times.
We can get back what we lost.
We can replenish the treasure taken.
We can enjoy a better way.
But it will take work.
Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to leave your thoughtful words.
baby, during the nights when the midnight sky
falls heavily onto your bones and wraps you
in its melancholic embrace
Of this I am certain:
your heart is a tender
wound that will always heal,
wears grace like a grown,
If you could see beyond your weeping tears,
To where the sunshine sparkles once again,
Then would those drops of pain be free from fears,
And you'd recall that gardens need the rain.