Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Submitted by L. R. Haven
The Scars on Our Hearts
Write a poem which could have this as the title.
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Twenty years
Itās been that long.
Still I dream of you daily.
You left so suddenly
There was no goodbye.
No, there was
Except I didnāt know that was our goodbye.
I would have held on tighter
Looked upon your face much longer.
Kissed you sweeter.
Twenty years still feels like yesterday...
Find me a heart
without a scar
and I will show you a life unlived.
To live is to love
and to love is lose.
But what is loss without love?
And what is love,
but the only way to live.
A heart full of scars
tells the story of a life well loved
and a love well lived....
Words like stones, they broke us down,
Left empty spaces in this town.
Where love once bloomed, now shadows creep,
The scars we hold, too deep to sleep.
We tried to build a world so bright,
But darkness stole away the light.
The hurt remains, a constant sting,
A broken song, we cannot sing.
A name, "Cody," a whispered, sad sound,
"Sorry," I say, on broken ground.
They say I'm wrong, too flawed t...
if i closed my eyes and went up in flames, the scars could never heal
those memories that cut so deep, they would haunt me forever
you would never be able to forgive yourself, and i could never forgive you
if i closed my eyes and went up in flames, my heart would never be returned to me
unanswered questions would be left to the wind, almost as forgotten as me
so much you would never know, so ...
Wounds sealed,
though never truly healed -
Keloids hide deep voids
of a truth we shield
Blood sweats
from the tears of hearts torn -
Bandaged in bondage,
by sleeves where the heartās worn
Etched into cardiac muscle -
So when the pain beats loudest,
May these scars be the muzzle
To silence the sorrow ā
Of knowing we have no future together,
Yet Iāll be reminded of that again tomorrow
Pi...
He was our one and only child. The child, I thought I could never have. God gave me a blessing.Then it was taken away. Years have passed, I am an old gray haired woman now, Those are the scars I bear forever. The scars of my soul, will live on .....
the love of my life just called me his
and iām conditioning my hair
i didnāt think i believed in this stuff
i think as i brush
the strands falling with the water
down the drain i watch them
and hope everything will be okay
iām inviting my friends to my birthday party
the first in eight years
my boyfriend is coming over for dinner
my heart holds something aside from dread
i think iām keen for thi...
A silent trace, a hidden mark.
Etched in flesh, engraved in heart.
Some are born from words like knives.
Sharpened tongues that shaped our lives.
Scars are like maps, not chains or graves.
They mark the path, the fires we braved.
Not wounds to mourn, nor wounds to hide.
But proof we lived, and did not die....
The scars on our hearts,
Should be worn like medals,
As they are no longer fresh wounds,
They are proof of survival.
And those medals,
Are like an autobiography;
It tells the world your story,
Your journey of pain and recovery.
The scars on our hearts,
Can be utilized as a certification,
To assist those with bleeding gashes,
To give them the first aid they deserve.
Some can be thin paper cuts,
...
Our hearts are quite similar,
Donāt you see?
The one within you has been
Scarred,
And so has the one within me.
Scars cover my heart,
Now no one wants it,
Scars cover your heart,
So no one will take it.
The scars on our hearts,
They leave us to lives of
Solitude,
For nobody wants us.
Then our paths crossed,
You and I met,
And thatās when we realized,
That with our scars,
We could connectā¦
So w...