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
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
Stay and read please. Like&follow me. If my poetry touches your ♥️ maybe leave a small tip
#Marie381UkWrites
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.