Top 100 Poems About: HEART

In this page, poems on / about “heart” are listed.
  • 1.
    If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking,

    If I can stop one heart from breaking,
    I shall not live in vain;
    If I can ease one life the aching,
    Or cool one pain, read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 2.
    A Process In The Weather Of The Heart

    A process in the weather of the heart
    Turns damp to dry; the golden shot
    Storms in the freezing tomb.
    A weather in the quarter of the veins read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 3.
    My Heart Leaps Up

    My heart leaps up when I behold
    A rainbow in the sky:
    So was it when my life began;
    So is it now I am a man; read more »

    William Wordsworth
  • 4.
    The Hope Of My Heart

    "Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine."

    read more »

    John McCrae
  • 5.
    How Is Your Heart?

    during my worst times
    on the park benches
    in the jails
    or living with read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 6.
    Heart It Is, Not A Brick Or Stone

    Heart it is, not a brick or stone
    Why shouldn't it feel the pain?
    Let none tyrannize this heart
    Or I shall cry again and again read more »

    Mirza Ghalib
  • 7.

    So much have I forgotten in ten years,
    So much in ten brief years! I have forgot
    What time the purple apples come to juice,
    And what month brings the shy forget-me-not. read more »

    Claude McKay
  • 8.
    Beggarly Heart

    When the heart is hard and parched up,
    come upon me with a shower of mercy.

    When grace is lost from life, read more »

    Rabindranath Tagore
  • 9.
    The Trusting Heart

    Oh, I'd been better dying,
    Oh, I was slow and sad;
    A fool I was, a-crying
    About a cruel lad! read more »

    Dorothy Parker
  • 10.
    Eat Your Heart Out

    I've come by, she says, to tell you
    that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
    over. this is it.
    I sit on the couch watching her arrange read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 11.
    My Heart And I


    ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I.
    We sit beside the headstone thus, read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 12.
    The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart

    How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
    and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
    God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
    get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according read more »

    Jack Gilbert
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