The Remains of a Heart

A heart is not a prize to be worn

It's something with a conscious meant to be safe and warm

Something to be kept out in the field or locked in the safe

It resents the harsh and favors the brave

It bleeds and beats and breaks into parts

Yet there is joy when it learns to restart

Whether it withers away, or is given to another

Whether it wishes to play or settle down with a lover

A heart is a gift to be kept in a chest

Instead of broken in pieces by an ungrateful guest




The Ballads of a Heart

The Waiting Heart


waiting waiting waiting...

the heart bides its time, waiting

It remains, waiting

The heart asks the mind "why am I still waiting?"

The mind responds "love favors those who are patient."

So the heart listens to the pitter pattering of tears

It did not heed the minds words, scarred by false loves from over the years

pitter patter pitter patter

The cracking of the heart shattered

Tiny cracks created from each jab and jest

These wounds could be seen, but not atop flesh

"How can I heal?" The heart asks the mind

The mind responds "if you're patient with yourself, you will heal in time"

pump pump pump pump

The heart remains pumping, blood rushing to heal

Taking its time, learning once again to feel

Loving is what a hearts meant to do

But you can't love another, without loving yourself too

"How can I thrive?" The heart asked the mind

The mind replies "See how others treat you and repay them in kind,"

Thump and pump thump and pump

The heart was strong once again

Surrounding itself with the most loving of friends

Those who were careful to always reconcile

And whenever there was opportunity, would make the heart smile

Then one day, one friend became special

More and more special, until they became essential.

Pump and flutter pump and flutter

The heart asks the mind "What is this that has left me reeling?"

The mind responds "Love is the name, of this particular feeling."

The Heart goes stronger as it meets the other

The very special heart, belonging to their very special lover

And happy at last, the heart did rest

For it finally felt the feeling, that the heart felt best.

The Giver

I am the giver
I am fire
I provide my warmth while devouring my fuel
I shed my light in return for my life
I am smothered when I am free
But I am worshipped when I am controlled

I am the giver
I am nature
I bless you with fruit and materials
I give you my resources
While you exploit my sacred plains
Ravaging through my untouched gardens

I am the giver
I am bee
I pollinate your crops and to give you fruitful harvests
Yet you take my prized golden ichor
And smother my kind
Taking our plunder after annihilating our innocent

I am the giver
I am person
I am your friend
I have made sacrifices
But I am your sacrifice
I am the give and you are the take
I am the abandoned
I am the empty
I am the hollow
I am the vanished
I am the forgotten

I am the giver

Nothing I have is mine

What is mine is to give

Nothing is mine to keep.

Givers cannot be desirers

I am the giver.

Hey Glitch! Very nice start to your napo, not sure I've ran across your poetry before but am wishing the best luck this month! Interesting use of form to create pacing in the 2nd poem here where the stanzas get elongated and the pace of reading slows down to the very dramatic final lines.