Heart it is, Not a Brick or Stone
Heart it is, not a brick or stone
Why shouldn't it feel the pain?
Let none tyrannize this heart
Or I shall cry again and again
Neither the temple, nor the mosque
Nor on someone's door or porch
I await on the path where He will tread
Why others should compel me to go?
The illumined grace that lights up the heart
And glows like the midday sun
That Self that annihilates all sights
When then it hides in the mysterious net?
The amorous glance is the deadly dagger
And the arrows of emotions are fatal
Your image may be equally powerful
Why should it appear before you?
The rules of life and bonds of sorrow
In reality are the one manifestation
Before realizing the ultimate truth
How can then one attain liberation?
Love is laden with noble thoughts
Yet what remains is the carnal shame
Trust conscience the still little voice
Why do you want test the rival?
There the pride of modesty resides
Here dwells the social morality
How shall we meet, on which road
Why should he invite me to the abode?
True he is an atheist
Unfaithful and unchaste
Dear to who is faith and heart
Why should he then venture there?
Without the wretched 'Ghalib'
Has any activity come to a halt?
What then is the need to cry?
What then is the need to brood?
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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[It was just] a mere spectacle [that] took place, no complaint was made
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When you yourself did not put your dagger to test
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[after] receiving abuse, did not lack pleasure
Recent/ hot news is that she is coming
Only today, in the house there was not a straw mat!
Does the divinity belonged to Namrood'?
[cause] in your servitude, my wellbeing did not happen
[God] gave life- the given [life] was His alone
The truth is; that the responsibility was not fulfilled [by us]
If the wound was pressed, the blood did not stop
[though] the task was halted, [but the bleeding still] set out
Is it highway robbery, or is it heart-theft?
Having taken the heart, the heart-thief set out [to depart]
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Today "Ghalib" was not a ghazal-reciter
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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An Ode To My Love Adomaa
Her name, her heart she gives to me
The melodies of her love resound in my heart
Dancing it way into the vault of my head
This challenge I gladly accept without struggle
I.
Her name, her heart she gives to me
Hear me shout oh little birds of the sky
As I summon you to tell her my love
Make haste the messengers of my heart
II.
Her name, her heart she gives to me
Rivers of tears in my life comes to a halt
Though it banks over flow
In an amazing flood of Haiti
III.
Her name her, her heart she gives me
Oh lords I pray and trust her
Send towards her your strength to endure
The shattered rays of my heart
IV.
Her name, her heart she gives me
Now I climb this mountain untiring
Love finally draws me like a magnet
Towards abode the devil dares not venture
poem by Samuel Donkor
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Please
Please tread softly as you pass my heart,
For wounded souls are sensitive to sorrow,
And need the solace of a peaceful calm,
To mend the grief and start a new tomorrow.
Please speak softly as you near my heart,
The beats unsteady still, the hurt remains,
And yet a voice that soothes, becomes a balm,
To clear the path, and break restricting chains.
Please touch softly as you take my heart,
Such trust will falter, should any harshness stain,
Yet as each day of care weaves like a charm,
Love comes anew, and thus there's no more pain.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Unrequited Love
Some of us try to keep our emotions and heart at the bank;
But sometimes you meet someone Angelic,
And this Unique Soul effortlessly awakens you to become a better person.
You fall in love with her thoughts and vision,
Her body is luckily a plus if she also loves you.
Falling in love with someone could mean the person does not love you the same way,
And that is equally okay.
You shouldn't feel sad that your love is unrequited.
You should be glad that your heart is Alive to beat faster for someone unique,
Even if they don't requite your love.
Recreate thyself regardless.
To be Alive is Most Paramount.
Life goes on unabated !
poem by Edem Banyah (20 June 2020)
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Karma
I
We cannot choose our sorrows. One there was
Who, reverent of soul, and strong with trust,
Cried, 'God, though Thou shouldst bow me to the dust,
Yet will I praise thy everlasting laws.
Beggared, my faith would never halt or pause,
But sing Thy glory, feasting on a crust.
Only one boon, one precious boon I must
Demand of Thee, O opulent great Cause.
Let Love stay with me, constant to the end,
Though fame pass by and poverty pursue.'
With freighted hold her life ship onward sailed;
The world gave wealth, and pleasure, and a friend,
Unmarred by envy, and whose heart was true.
But ere the sun reached midday, Love had failed.
II
Then from the depths, in bitterness she cried,
'Hell is on earth, and heaven is but a dream;
And human life a troubled aimless stream;
And God is nowhere. Would God so deride
A loving creature's faith?' A voice replied,
'The stream flows onward to the Source Supreme,
Where things that ARE replace the things that SEEM,
And where the deeds of all past lives abide.
Once at thy door Love languished and was spurned.
Who sorrow plants, must garner sorrow's sheaf.
No prayers can change the seedling in the sod.
By thine own heart Love's anguish must be learned.
Pass on, and know, as one made wise by grief,
That in thyself dwells heaven and hell and God.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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0039 Well, chop my prose!
…for that’s the way that poetry goes…
and goes…mere pose, tapped out as prose…
Yes, most of us, these days, undisciplined,
approach the temple of pure poetry,
when some thought stirs in deepest heart and mind, ,
with all the earthy tread of careful prose…
yet with a certain hope, a faith, a love,
a purity of heart – that if we tread -
unmetered and unrhymed petitioners -
as pilgrims, sackclothed, ashen from the urn
of some poetic crematorium;
that, as we stumble on the heart’s true path,
the Muse, with long and patient, weary sigh,
- the music of the ages in her ears -
will catch up with our steps along the road
and guide us to that sacred, lovely place
where, with a gasp – our verses dropt from hand –
we’ll be where goodness, truth and beauty dance
and sing and laugh and love – now three; now one.
(thanks, WD)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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With All My Heart, God, Let Me… (A Song)
With all my heart, God, let me praise you;
With all my heart, God, let me thank you;
With all my heart, God, let me serve you;
With all my heart, God, let me love you.
With all my heart, God, let me seek you;
With all my heart, God, let me trust you;
With all my heart, God, let me call you;
With all my heart, God, let me reach you.
With all my heart, God, let me rejoice;
With all my heart, God, let me obey;
With all my heart, God, let me repent;
With all my heart, God, let me be glad.
With all my heart, God, let me be pure;
With all my heart, God, let me await;
With all my heart, God, let me sing songs;
With all my heart, God, let me not sin.
With all my heart, let me abide in Him;
With all my heart, let me be righteous;
With all my heart, let me not go astray;
With all my heart, let me keep your Words.
God knows all secrets of the human heart;
He forms all hearts and considers all that they do;
The Lord moves hearts of Kings to make decrees;
Only fools say in hearts, ‘There is no God! '
poem by John Celes
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Truth Is Wealth
Truth is power, truth is true wealth,
Truth is unequalled ultimate strength,
Truth makes soul its own king
And makes the angels in heaven sing,
Truth is joy, truth is sunshine,
Truth is heart's pristine sheen.
Truth is true friend if we side with it,
And the deadliest foe while stand against it,
Truth strikes terror in law-breakers' heart
And shakes those hearts that go short of it,
For truth is all, truth is tall,
No noble soul ever refrains from its call.
Truth is might, truth is true light,
Truth is the path always is right.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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True Love
Put myself aside.
For the sake of another.
The one I call friend.
The one I call lover.
My jaded past.
And The hurt that I gave.
The pain she endured.
My emotional slave.
I have learned a new way.
I see through new eyes.
I want to bring joy.
Into both of our lives.
He will come first.
With her right behind.
What once was all selfish.
Now loving and kind.
It's not about envy.
I've nothing to boast.
The One I gave the least.
He gave me the most.
He got rid of my pride.
Now her heart I can see.
He showed me that you.
Should come before me.
All my past angers.
They've just about ceased.
His mercy and grace.
Has given me peace.
I cannot explain.
The joy that He brings.
By loving another.
And not loving things.
The gifts that He shared.
He gave when I sought.
Is now a reality,
And no longer a thought.
I thought in my mind,
It couldn't be real.
Thank you Lord Jesus.
For what I now feel.
What's true and what's right.
What's noble and just.
I give You my heart.
I give You my trust.
The one who I love.
My friend who is true.
I will give to no other.
But I give her to You.
You made my heart soft.
She made my heart melt.
You've shown me a love.
I never had felt.
Your love is the truth.
My love was just lies.
I give thanks that you showed me,
My wife through Your eyes.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Body Is A Temple
They say your body is a temple, and I found
This to be true, for in my temple I found you.
I felt your soul surround me like a mist
On a foggy day, and right then I knew
That in my heart forever you would stay.
My body is a temple and
You are the foundation
you control my heart
And every sensation.
Now this temple had become a temple of two
For it belonged to me and you.
We built this temple for all the world to see
That thru love this is the way it should be.
When you’ve shared the most precious
Moments that GOD did provide
When not on all topics did we see eye to eye
When in sickness you was the comforting stone
And you know that you’re not alone.
When that temple seems to be falling apart
And you‘ve lost all hope in your heart.
When it seems like you have no other place to go
And your thoughts are moving slow
That is when you turn to the lord above
To show you how to rekindle that love.
The body is a temple and in it I found you
And with your strength I know what I have to do.
I will rebuild this temple with the love of my life
For you are my partner, my lover, my wife.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Path of Hope
The Path of Hope
The Path of Life is layed before you
Life is like a novel…It has elements
It has Characters
It has Settings
It has a Plot
It has Ideals and Morals
Like Friendship and Love
Like Faith and Sacrifice
Like Fate and Destiny
Like Hope and Despair
There are Paths…Paths of your destiny
The Path of Good or The Path of Evil
The Path of Darkness or The Path of Light
The Path of Hope or The Path of Despair
Only you can choose your path
But chose wisely…For you can’t turn back time
You must follow your heart…For it will guide you
Never give up on your dreams
Always Believe…Trust your heart
Don’t let the bad people get you down
Just Believe,
Trust your Heart,
Have Faith in your Dreams,
Have Hope in the Despair,
Follow the Light in the Darkness
Find the Euphoria in the Sorrows,
Trust your Friends,
Follow the Stars…They will Guide you
May the Stars be a Light for you when all other Lights go out
Life is like a Novel…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Love's Final Breath
I know it is time.
I must shut the door.
I know you do not.
Love me anymore.
You're seeking yourself.
Which I hope you do find.
And I hope it's worth all.
That you're leaving behind.
I wish I had give you.
All that you craved.
It hurt when you told me.
That we couldn't be saved.
I knew coming clean.
The risk I would take.
To make our love new.
Hoping your love would wake.
But it put it to sleep.
Then it put it to death.
I cry when I think of.
Our love's final breath.
Your love is now faded.
It's faded to black.
Your heart I now realize.
Is not coming back.
My path I now venture.
With you not by my side.
Your heart was once full.
Now it's empty and dried.
I did what I could.
But it did not suffice.
My ultimate failure.
Cost the ultimate price.
My heart is so sad.
I feel my heart crying.
As I watch what I cherish.
Lay in front of me dying.
As much as it hurts.
I now set you free.
To be all that you want,
And all you can be.
So goodbye my sweet love.
We can't be together.
But in my heart and my soul
You'll be with me forever.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Faith, Faith
Faith, faith,
Always makes me feel safe,
Grace, grace,
Falls down on my face,
I am forgiven,
But that's only the beginning,
Glory, glory,
I will always tell your story,
Mercy mercy,
I am always thirsty,
Thirsty for your name,
Your love, always the same,
Praise praise,
You are the one who was raised,
To save me, and the person you want me to be,
You fill me with glee,
And make me feel free,
Trust trust,
I need you in my life, you are a must,
Truth truth,
I read judges Ruth,
Your word is filled with love,
And glory from above,
It washes over me like rain,
And all my sins and blame,
Are gone in an instant,
My envy for instance,
They are gone,
I am healed not scorn,
I love you lord with all my heart,
Me and you I wish never to part,
So here I stand,
For your mighty plan,
I give you my life Christ,
Take it, your worthy,
You make it sturdy,
With you I won't fall,
With you I can Stand tall,
I can shout you name loud,
And feel my heart pound,
And at the first sound,
Of your voice in my soul,
I'll do what you want, I'll give you my all,
I am nothing,
But you make me something,
I am empty, but you make me whole,
My heart you did stole,
poem by Jordan Moore
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Of Bulls & Goats
Inclination towards astrology with a fear
that the truth may vague of losing the dear
Stars know if you are in my fate
what I asked was love ever never hate
To pain the heart I believe is a sin
see if my voice gets suppressed in a din
Searching away you in some good fortune
deeds my love may come as a boon
Listening is not bad what the parrot speaks
wish humans could know the language of staring teaks
Love remains my beautiful sign on tarots
being far I sometimes think of bulls & goats
For if I may find a path out of this devotion
be ready to come along with me my emotion
Let the planets grace and bliss turn to mentor
and every gem may lead towards my venture
poem by Reetesh Sabr
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In Her Every Indication
Although in her every indication, the aim is something else
If she shows her affection(with me) , then different suspicion arises
Oh Lord, 'they' have not understood, nor will [they] understand, my speech
Give 'them' another heart, if you don't give me a different tongue
Does that glance of coquetry have a connection with the eyebrow?
It is certainly an arrow- perhaps it has a different bow
If you're in the city, then what grief do I have? when we get up
I will go and bring back from the bazaar a different heart and life
Although [I /we] became quick-handed / deft in idol-breaking
If I am alive, then in my path there will be many heavy-stones
The blood of the liver is in turmoil—or I would have wept to my heart's content
If I had had a number of different pure-blood-scattering eyes
I will die [of love] for that voice, although my head may fly off!
But let her keep saying to the executioner,'Yes, more/another! '
People are deceived about the world-{heating/burning} sun
Every day I show one different hidden scar/wound
There are many good poets in this world.
But it is said that Ghalib is in a league of his own.
poem by Mirza Ghalib
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Heart...oh...Heart
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*
My heart will flowery if you always stand for me*
My heart will yearn if you lost from my mind*
My heart will cry if you received the sadness*
My heart will painful if you received the pain wound*
My heart will empty felt if you hided behind in the other heart*
Heart..oh heart*
Why must you feel all of all pain and the wound because of the love*
Heart...oh heart*
Maybe i'cannot to cry*
Heart...oh heart*
There was nobody see my heart wound**
The Gift Of Love For God
the gift of love for God
for our fellow human beings
in hopes of each new generation...
is a dream to cherish honour
though reality will test bless
all according to the fatal purity...
of true heart and merit
true teachers seek
to teach much more
than simple facts
techniques
systems
skill ability
all true teachers
wish for all
their students
to gain not
just knowledge
but wisdom...
compassion
a love and respect
for morality...
a love for truth
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dagger Through The Heart
(Dolly Parton)
Oh, you're out there tonight with another
And my pain is so dreadfully sharp.
I picture you with her and shudder,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Do you think that my feelings don't matter,
Or your cheatin' or hurtful remarks
When you leave me all broken and shattered
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin'
When you've made hurtin' me such an art,
Tossed around like a used box of crayons,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, you cut me to pieces so often
Like a knife or a poisonous dart
I would be better off in my coffin,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin'
When you've made hurtin' me such an art,
Tossed around like a used box of crayons,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Like a dagger through the heart, through the heart
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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For the heart, from the heart
For the heart, from the heart
The treasure heart you keep inside
That keeps my dreams away from harm
Touches my life in every way
And seeds of love revives my heart
The fire that burns inside my mind
Incinerates the deadly fears
Your sound and voice depletes my sins
Your warm melody feeds no stop
For the heart, from the heart
Every heart that beats a day
The shadow path removed to be
And hear my tongue that says no lie
Say my prayers as lullabies
For the heart, from the heart
I fell and kept my knees on ground
You came into my life and lived
And helped me rise from burden's toes
Kissed my lips in eternity
For the heart, from the heart
poem by Kestrel Quiambao
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Dear Heart Part 1
Dear heart are you opening up to let someone in,
someone that's more than just a friend,
dear heart are you giving it all away,
the love you conceal,
are you letting it stray,
dear heart be careful what you do,
I couldn't live if he broke you,
dear heart did you find the one you need,
are you finally out there and finally free,
dear heart are you beating with passion and grace,
do you seem to beat faster,
when you see his face,
dear heart are you saying that this is true,
you're not alone now,
because I love him too.
poem by Sonya Simmons
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