Best Heart Poems

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
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Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
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I.

ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
We sit beside the headstone thus,
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In May my heart was breaking-
Oh, wide the wound, and deep!
And bitter it beat at waking,
And sore it split in sleep.
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HERE, O my heart, let us burn the dear dreams that are dead,
Here in this wood let us fashion a funeral pyre
Of fallen white petals and leaves that are mellow and red,
Here let us burn them in noon's flaming torches of fire.
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I put my heart to school
In the world, where men grow wise,
'Go out,' I said, 'and learn the rule;
Come back when you win a prize.'
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Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."

And he said:
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A poet's wandering heart is precious
Only to a few eager souls, who hear
Their heart's songs echoed in his words.
That's why to them, the poet is so dear.
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Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there,
look: the last village of words and, higher,
(but how tiny) still one last
farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it?
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A crippled child
Said, “How shall I dance?”
Let your heart dance
We said.
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I am confused really confused
My mind says to fight for truth
And Heart says to live in harmony
The Mind sets boundaries and limitations
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Sleep now, O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart!
A voice crying 'Sleep now'
Is heard in my heart.
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I was like a withered flower in a barren desert,
till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart.

I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter.
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Birds sing "I love you, love" the whole day through,
And not another song can they sing right;
But, singing done with, loving's done with quite,
The autumn sunders every twittering two.
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There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands. In one corner lay a dead bird, and in another were two basins - one empty of water and the other of seeds. I stood there reverently, as if the lifeless bird and the murmur of the water were worthy of deep silence and respect - something worth of examination and meditation by the heard and conscience.

As I engrossed myself in view and thought, I found that the poor creature had died of thirst beside a stream of water, and of hunger in the midst of a rich field, cradle of life; like a rich man locked inside his iron safe, perishing from hunger amid heaps of gold.
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Now that I have your face by heart, I look
Less at its features than its darkening frame
Where quince and melon, yellow as young flame,
Lie with quilled dahlias and the shepherd's crook.
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My heart wanders around
searching for love that is not found
only a true heart will find what it needs
but a life that is wrong cannot receive
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OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
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O' heart, I wonder how you can store
so many different emotions of ours
in just thy four puny chambers
while pumping away the liquid of life
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Give me to my heart’s content,
Fill to my heart’s fulfillment,
Spill to my heart’s enjoyment,
Deluge to my heart’s contentment.
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Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
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When you left my heart
was broken
tiny pieces were scattered
everywhere
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I was walking this lonely wilderness
And then I met you
I had no intention of falling
‘Cause my heart's pieces, were but a few.
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My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.

And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
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My true-love hath my heart, and I have his,
By just exchange, one for the other giv'n.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driv'n.
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Pulling out the heart of heart
Flowing out each drop of blood
And taking out of my only heart
Where are you going? Wild dove!
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Lord, what a Beloved is mine! I have a sweet quarry; I possess
in my breast a hundred meadows from his reed.
When in anger the messenger comes and repairs towards me,
he says, “Whither are you fleeing? I have business with you.”
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About me young careless feet
Linger along the garish street;
Above, a hundred shouting signs
Shed down their bright fantastic glow
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Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love,
O beloved of my heart---this golden light that dances upon the leaves,
these idle clouds sailing across the sky,
this passing breeze leaving its coolness upon my forehead.
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In a modern museum
In an old synagogue
In the synagogue
I
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right,
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MY true love hath my heart, and I have his,
   By just exchange one for another given:
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
   There never was a better bargain driven:
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Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other,
When that mine eye is famished for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
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Thou blind fool, Love, what dost thou to mine eyes
That they behold and see not what they see?
They know what beauty is, see where it lies,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
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A heart breaks easier alone
When no one sees you crying
When no one notices at all
That inside you are dying
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My sad heart slobbers at the poop
my heart covered with tobacco-spit
They spew streams of soup at it
My sad heart drools at the poop
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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Daffodils, clear rills with musk-rose fills!
Tweet-tweet, It's a feast in eyes of the green universe;
With Her photographic smile, her youth blooms!
With genuine style, her bosom blossoms,
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The ravings which my enemy uttered I heard within my heart;
the secret thoughts he harbored against me I also perceived.
His dog bit my foot, he showed me much injustice; I do not
bite him like a dog, I have bitten my own lip.
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Whenever the clouds of pain and sadness loomed,
Whenever tears came till the eyelashes,
Whenever this lonely heart got scared,
I told my heart, Oh Heart, why do you cry?
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With big tin trumpet and little red drum,
Marching like soldiers, the children come!
It 's this way and that way they circle and file---
My! but that music of theirs is fine!
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I want you
I want to walk with you
I want to talk
I want to talk to you
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Love is a LANGUAGE, where mere WORDS have no part.
It is an ENERGY, FLOWING, from HEART, to HEART.
It is a FEELING within us, with a STRENGTH all it's OWN.
When we try to EXPRESS love, it takes FORM as a POEM.
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I believe in my heart that when
The wounded heart sunk within the depth of God sings
It rises from the pond alive
As if new-born.
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Heart's ease or pansy, pleasure or thought,
Which would the picture give us of these?
Surely the heart that conceived it sought
Heart's ease.
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Bid me to live, and I will live
Thy Protestant to be;
Or bid me love, and I will give
A loving heart to thee.
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Can't stop myself from loving you
As I think of your love
It soothes my heart
And bring tears of joy
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"On the departure of rainy season bechanced is autumn with a heart-pleasingly bloomed lotus as her face, betokening the heart-pleasing face of a new bride, and the autumnal fields of white grass with whitish flowers as her apparel, which betoken the whitish bridal apparel of a new bride, and the amorously clucking clucks of swans that have just returned from Lake Maanasa as rains have gone, are the jingling anklets of autumn, which betoken the delightful jingles of anklets of new bride, and now the rice is ready to ripe and thus the tenuous stalks of rice, which have their necks a little bent down, betoken the obeisant face of a new docile bride...

"Blanched is the earth with whitish grass and the nights with silvery and coolant moonbeams of the moon, and the rivers with white swans, lakes with white-lotuses, and that forest up to its fringes with whitish jasmine flowers and with somewhat whitish seven-leaved banana plants that are swagging under the weight of their flowers...
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The Cry Of My Heart


Your hands are not too short
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There is no appetite in heart,
Appetite arises only in body;
The infinite desolate appetite
Remains into my two eyes.
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I am opening the door of my heart
As East opens during dawn sings
With colours of golden red rays
I am sprinkling my each beat ever.
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A rose for my heart to rise with wings
To the heavens deep, where pleasure rings

With bliss as clouds—high silver beings.
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Can a man of old age find joy in his day of old?
Truly there is joy and light! If he search in the
Deepest core of his heart, there is a light, brighter
Than the sun that shine each day, whether it be
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XIV
I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box—a few small toys for thy memory to play with. With a timorous
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Love has placed a smile on my face,
Lighting upon it the bright grace
Of heaven, my heart did embrace.
In me, tenderness comes in place
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Each day I listen to my heart
Mapping a path for our possible love start
My head speaks and so does my heart
Feelings of mine for you wish not to depart
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The love throbbed deep in his thoughtful mind,
Swung like a pomegranate fruit,
All the time by a strange wind
Of his own heart's drought.
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Let your heart race,
With the thrilling boat races
Of the God's own country,
A spectacular sport for Onam!
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When I see the lark joyfully moving its wings against the sun's rays, and falling because of the sweetness that enters its heart, ah! a great envy comes upon me of all those who I see happy. I am astonished that my heart does not melt with desire.
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All the love...
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Guard your heart as if it were gold
Guard it from thieves, so it won't be stolen or sold,
Protect it surely as you would protect your love
Keep it safe and protected and always there of.
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Deep in my heart,
This feeling’s all that I can’t figure out,
Till that day came by,
Wasn’t sure so I wonder why,
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OH, this is a song of the old lights, that came to my heart like a hymn;
And this is a song for the old lights—the lights that we thought grew dim,
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an empty heart, doesnt care
an empty heart has, no love to share

an empty heart, is a lonely one
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Wonder this brain human
Lasting ever to only reasoning
And never malleable to feelings..
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Deep in my lonesome heart;
Of its forsaken desert
Growing a thorny swollen cactus,
Cannot be touched by your tactus.
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My Heart Sutra

When you say ' I miss You '
My heart swells with music too,
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(Age 8)

Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap?
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What the hands can do is less
What the heart can do is immense

The hug of the hand is very physical
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Knocking the doors
Of my senses
My heart soars....
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Though critics may bow to art, and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart, which wins the wide world over.
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How old is my heart, how old, how old is my heart,
and did I ever go forth with song when the morn was new?
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Silence knocks the door of the night
Wave of coldness felt, cannot hide
Solitude blew frozen kiss, desire for love inside
Be strong my heart, to carry love inside
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I live moment by moment
no saving, planning, scheming for future
my present is my treasure
my present is my life
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O heart of hearts, the chalice of love's fire,
Hid round with flowers and all the bounty of bloom;
O wonderful and perfect heart, for whom
The lyrist liberty made life a lyre;
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My sad heart leaks at the poop,
My heart covered in filthy shag:
They squirt it with jets of soup,
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O great heart of God,
Once vague and lost to me,
Why do I throb with your throb to-night,
In this land, eternity?
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When we were together, heart of my heart, on that unforgotten quest,
With your tender arm about me thrown and your head upon my breast,
There came a grief that was bitter and deep and straitly dwell with me,
And I shunned it not, so sweet it was to suffer and be with thee.
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I adore her lustrous eyes
Those saphire eyes,
Where I see the surge of seas:
The surge of love in bluish colour,
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Tears fall within mine heart,
As rain upon the town:
Whence does this languor start,
Possessing all mine heart?
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Beauty lies In heart of beholder
Unless and until beats of your heart mingle
With that of thing that you are observing
You can't confirm its eloquence beauty.
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I said to Heart, 'How goes it?' Heart replied:
'Right as a Ribstone Pippin!' But it lied.
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Today is the saddest day for you
And this night is dreadful too
Ha! I've found it in your eyes
Look and feel the waves of my heart
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Promises lay broken like the toy broken forever
Only heard in echoes were the sobs breaking in air.

Promises were the seeds that were sowed on ones heart
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The broken little heart
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I.

Heart of my heart, the world is young;
Love lies hidden in every rose!
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When I met you first
I know you are made for me
Your charming personality won me
From that day you are in my heart
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I'wanted Knew How You?
I'wanted Knew about You
I'wanted Knew How Your Life Without me.
I'm Missing The moment Before our Together.
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So empty is my heart…
As if, she never loved and hoped;
As if, she has stopped…
What love will make her start?
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My heart will sing if i'hear your happy voice*
My heart will smile if i'saw your shadow in my dreams*
My heart will sweet if i'feel your sweet kiss*
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My true love hath my heart, and I have his,
By Just Exchange, one for the other given.
I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,
There never was a better bargain driven.
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O' Innocent heart what has happened to you
Why I feel pain inside you,
I know its you heart not a brick or stone
But this is not a world, this is an enigma
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The morning sunlight
In all its glory
The morning sunlight
In all its glam
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Hang the body and the mind between the arms of the beloved,
in the ecstasy of love's joy:

Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds to your eyes,
and cover your heart with the shadow of darkness:
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Inside the walls of your heart is where
I will always be my love, no matter how
far away your life has taken you and the
avenues inwhich you have traveled, always
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In the profound valley of my heart
All the seasons dances in ecstasy
Mirroring all its magnificence
Seducing my heart to live
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Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!

The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
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