The Tapestry of heartbeats

This poem intricately weaves through the cycle of life, exploring the tapestry of the human heart from birth to the inevitable farewell. It delves into the desires, moral struggles, and introspective

Oh, thy heart,

The white room with white clothed,

Was the day, candles were blowed.

Lots of red around, not the bad kind,

Of thy rise.

Oh, thy heart,

What shall you desire?

What shall quench your fire,

Malicious thoughts wouldn’t help,

Of thy peers.

Oh, thy heart,

Time doesn’t wait to catch up.

The beats keep in clutch,

Greed grows to be poison,

Of thy rich.

Oh, thy heart,

The crowned is stuffing.

Oh, here is the bluffing,

For in control is the role,

Of thy spirit.

Oh, thy heart,

Find the treasure to thy cave.

The trail made for the brave,

For in envy makes one a slave,

Of thy foe.

Oh, thy heart,

Shall you be kind?

Shall use words with no brine.

Cheating ought to deception,

Of thy self.

Oh, thy heart,

Listen to good ones.

Those thoughts sound like sweet buns.

Pride being a deadly sin,

Of thy life.

Oh, thy heart,

Do you find that white gates?

Only people enter with pure and sinless traits.

The burning reds and devil horns would work too,

Of thy demise.

Author's Note

first philosophical poem, thoughts?

Reviews

[June bug]

Oh, thy heart,
The crowned is stuffing.
Oh, here is the bluffing,
For in control is the role,
Of thy spirit.

I LOVE this part a lot, I enjoyed it all, It speaks. Nicely thought out and said.

[Secretpoet]

thank you so much, June.