Lonely Hearts Embers

I have been working on my love poetry and hoping that they improve as it were. But the end result for me will be how readers take to the poetry and of course how they react to todays poem. But this is my hope, yet poetry flows like a river from the creative juices that are permitted to become active as it were.

In other words I wandered through words to find the correct route to combine all into a love poem of sorts. Yet there exists Lonely and lost of heart who wander about often unseen and unnoticed. Same goes as it were in real life, the lonely and lost hearts wander in our midst unseen or unnoticed by all.

There is very little that I could add to a post that would make it easier to further explain this poem. There is a play with words to help tie the poem together and I have hoped that it would improve the readers experience. But I do hope that folks understand this poem and further show to you that the lonely are not exiles as it were, BUT they await a time when their hearts unite with one that brings them from that lost world.

Having said all of this, I hope that you will enjoy this poem:

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Lonely Hearts Embers



With the beats of a lonely heart despair,
And the pining of a soul lost somewhere.
Or where a broken heart weeps in silence,
Yet Souls wander waiting to convince.


The lonely wanderers where they belong,
But hearts alone withstand without a song.
Birds of the air find companions with ease,
Their songs carry in the breeze and the trees.


Even lost prophets of doom ne’er foretold,
Of hearts still lost in despair there to hold. 
As legends will rise in this game of love,
When it’s push or shove, it comes from above.


Who cares for the lonely when love does strike,
On a hike through mountains high to dislike.
Yet encased in fountains of disbelief,
Awaiting a time to lost love’s brief.


The fountain of love awaits all lost hearts,
But the lonely wander unwanted parts.
Feeble words does nothing new, used in jest,
Whilst lonely hearts wander this world at best.




© Pat Fitzgerald 2023

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