Listen to My Heart
Listen to my heart, it softly speaks,
Through every silence, it boldly seeks.
A rhythm pure, a melody free,
Reciting the poetry that lives in me.
No pen, no paper, no crafted line,
Just whispers eternal, a pulse divine.
Each beat a word, each sound a phrase,
Weaving its song in infinite ways.
In joy, it dances, in sorrow, it sighs,
In love, it soars, touching the skies.
A faithful bard, it will never part,
Listen closely—hear my heart.
Its verses are truth, raw and untamed,
A language of souls, unspoken, unnamed.
Let it guide you, let it impart,
The purest poetry flows from the heart.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
How true. Great poem that has heart.
So well done.