Heart Strings ( Archived) (16)

I have been noticing a lot of people posting poetry ... GREAT stuff. So I thought I would post one of mine.


Heart strings


Deep in the corners of my memory

is a song that plays soft and sweet

Wooing me, calling me



To a love long past



It sways me smooth, it sways me now

It moves me still and I don't know how

Releasing this heart that was bound



The music of his heart strings



The hourglass of my being is again upturned

I forget the lessons that I learned

and go back beyond where my heart was burned



I am there again



Back where I am his heart and smile

and he loves me true, he loves me wild

I stay there just a little while



In the music of his heart strings



He holds me close and we are one

moving in rythm to the song

Making love under stars and sun



Our bodies the perfect fit



The harmony could never be more pure

The rhyme is perfect, the movement sure

This song, my pain's perfect cure



The music of our heart strings



I know that it cannot last

this little trip into the past

The powder runs dry in the hourglass



I must return to now



Again it's tucked away to hide

deep in the corner of my mind

until again it calls me to abide



In the music of his heart strings

Nice. Liked it.

That is good...you wrote that?

Thank you ... yes.

I like to write poetry often myself. Everyone has been posting so many serious ones:) Here's one from about 15 years ago hehe.

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Multifarious Splatters
by Jason (10th grade high school)

We had dogs of golden fur, yet
we had dogs of satin fleece,
we had dogs of tremendous size, and,
we had dogs of little lithe bodies.

We had dogs until the sunny morning,
we had dogs until the lanes were paved,
we had dogs until the highway opened,
we had dogs until the "semi's" came.

We had dogs until silver, then red tractors rolled over them,
we had dogs until their soft skulls were flattened,
we had dogs until the speeding death zoomed in,
we had dogs until metal grilles waffled their tender sides,
we had dogs until their bodies were torn apart,
we had dog carnage until the black buzzards arrived.

We had dogs until their deep, yielding, brown eyes, which looked up to a sixteen wheel, cold steel machine, were forcefully ground through their warm skulls, ending their puppy days: there were no more dogs.

We were left with multifarious splatters.

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And can you believe I was asked by all my teachers to read that at our senior graduation....

Thank You.

<The hourglass of my being is again upturned

I forget the lessons that I learned

and go back beyond where my heart was burned>


A very effective image and lovely statement.

Swoon!

This is beautiful ibglenny! I also really like the hourglass line...very nice writing.