A Portrait of the Human Heart: A Collection Of Poetry

By Noelle Dunn

A portrait of poems etched on the slate of the human heart. A journey through this short existence we call life. Wilting
A wilting flower before my eyes
the image of the hopeless loss
of each fragile petal
stings the senses as
I shiver at the irony
two lives lacking
what they need most
some nourishment,
a quick fix...
maybe even a small miracle
- love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781257358120

Book preview

nothing.

That Which You Are

Classy, creative yet not quite artistic

a gentle soul and so optimistic

sophisticated in an old world style

hidden brilliance and worth your while

a romantic movie of black and white

dreamy, hopeful though a tad stage fright

a vision of fragility a chameleon’s disguise

fierce strength takes over should the occasion arise

a pattern of verse flows from quiet lips

a shooting star, a solar eclipse

like a waning moon your chance is gone

the new moon reveals you’ve lost control of your pawn

Feat

The demon’s back, he’s gripped my heart and soul

I’m tired of fighting, it’s my daily role

He makes me shaky, nauseous, too

I’m running out of things to do

I try to run far and hide

He’s at my heels right in stride

he’s faster, wiser than ever before

I give in, drop my knees to the floor

This feat has become more than I can bare

I surrender demon, I’m too tired to care

Forget

There it was

your face looking at me

a reminder of strength

a source for healing

a physical reaction

formed in the pit of

my stomach as I was

reminded of the trauma

the mind chooses to forget

in order to move on

your face linked forever

in an unfortunate twist

of unfortunate events

a doomed fate that haunts

a shattered human heart

that once danced and beamed

to a treasury of music

created by magical hands

of the gifted

to forget you is

to forget them

Wilting

A wilting flower before my eyes

the image of the hopeless

loss of each fragile petal

stings the senses as

I shiver at the irony

two lives lacking

what they need most

some nourishment, a quick fix...

maybe even a small miracle - love.

Hope Looks Up

The pain has found

it’s name and that

pain shall only be

confirmed and released

through the slit of

a knife by some stranger

I’m supposed to trust

as the pain worsens

I count down to the

possibility of freedom

and plan to relinquish

my well - being

my hope looks up

as the clock ticks, I wait

and my desire is to wrap

little dog in my bath robe and head

for the only safe place

I know - home

I long for the smells

of home cooking, a gentle

voice, a hot cup of tea,

a cool hand on my forehead, but

until the ticking of the clock stops

I shall continue to look up

because hope always looks up

Find Me

I called on you

so strong in your skill

if only for a few words of

kind encouragement

instead I am forgotten

as I have been forgotten

by so many

my heart is heavy

as I try to get past old hurt

and move on

but the pattern repeats

I reached for you

in search of humanity

and nothing else

You had the ability

to aid my new distraction

though you sat silent

I remember against my

better judgment

I took your hand

when you so needing,

reached for mine

I longed for so much

and yet, I asked for so little

as so little just might

have saved this broken soul

Did I not touch

the chords of your heart?

Vampire

Like a vampire poisoned -

the shining sun

no longer brings warmth

and happiness to a chilled body

the shining sun has become the