Motivational Poetry
A Poet’s Heart
Why
do I reveal my heart so, writing these words
from my soul?
Why do I wish to expose myself, pouring words so
full?
Seems so much better to hide words away,
especially when broken and sad
Seems so much wiser to put down my pen and
privately think in my head
Why does heartache inspire sonnets, and anger
silent wrath?
Why do words pour out like water, flowing from
my hand?
Well…why
do lonely hearts run from love they've never
known?
Why do birds sing at night far before the light
has grown?
Why does the touch of breeze always give me hope
renewed?
Who reads my words here, hanging, so broken and
so skewed?
I think we look for answers, you from me and I
from you
That’s why you read my writings, that’s why I
write your true
To pull in foreign rivers, and rain down with
the dew
A breathtaking cycle of formulated muse
Through the thickness of my wonder, through the
gazing of my eyes
Through the love spent gentle hunger, through
the silence of my eyes
We pour our hearts open, and pray for love
returned
We never cease to hunger, for hope, though
detoured
Take my hand and I’ll take yours, and we’ll
sail through the night
For all true love endures, til’ the spark of
morning’s light
And when the morning rises, with light from
dead left night
I’ll break the silent whisper, of the wrestles
heart held tight
I’ll let you fly, far, high away, I’ll let you
leave my sight
But if you come back in darkness, I’ll be gone
to find new light.
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