Alan Hart's Poetry - Send your comments to: alanhart@wko.com - Poetry

IN HIS CHAMBER

In his chamber late at night,
With thoughts running wild through his head.
Thoughts of his childhood,
Thoughts of tears that he had never shed.
Lost loves, broken hearts,
Of the past he had never known.
A heart as cold as ice,
Cursed by the hours spent alone.
Memories that linger,
Thoughts, thoughts that have died.
Another heart, cold and alone,
Now, no one, no one by his side.
All his love has left,
Out of his heart and his cold soul.
Left alone, lonesome,
A path that him, his self had sown.

FOLLOW ME SAYS THE SEA

Warm misty moonlight,
Waves rippling in the sea.
Calling out my name,
Come, come follow me.
Come follow me says the sea,
I’ll take you to places you only dream of.
Peace and happiness you could not imagine,
Your spirit will fly like a dove.
The sea ever rippling as if to call me in,
Come follow me says the sea.
I will never disappoint your troubled soul,
I will show you love that is worry free.
I’m sorry I say to the sea,
Oh, I want you to take me away.
Then come follow me says the sea,
As I turn and decide to stay.

SEARCHING

My dear friend, where are you tonight.
I have looked for you till the morning light.
I have longed for your loving arms to wrap around me.
I have looked as far as across the deep blue sea.
I did not find you as I walked trough the cold bitter rain.
Why can you not see, this is causing my heart so much pain.
I lone for you as the moon had shown down with a glow.
Hoping at anytime you and your love would show.
I looked up at the old oak tree and across the plains, with skies that were blue.
I walked alone knowing you were here, I just needed to find you.
I have always been alone, even in a crowd.
I knew you were somewhere close, I thought as I cried out loud.
Now many moons have passed me by.
I never seen or heard from you I thought to myself with a tear in my eye.
I looked for you at the park one Sunday morning during the spring.
Then I heard the chime of the church bells ring.
My heart jumped and started beating fast.
After many years of searching, I found you at last!

Alan Hart

MEET ME ON THE MOON

Meet me on the moon tonight,
I will be there waiting for you.
I want your loving eyes in my sight,
On the tip of the moon, which from here looks blue.
I will be waiting with a rose in my hand,
Waiting patiently, no matter how long it takes you to show.
I will be on the moon with only you as my plan,
Waiting while your song is playing in my soul.
When you get here we will dance a song,
It doe’s not matter what tune plays.
As long as I have you here where you belong,
So, when you are lonely during the days.
Look up at the moon at night,
I will be there waiting for you.

Alan Hart

THE ROSE

When life gets rough think of me, the rose.
I stand in the hot summer sun only to wilt,
In the hail and rain only to get beaten,
And left in the frost stricken nights to die.
Trough all of this I grow more every year.
I’m still admired on my arrival for the beauty
And radiant colors I share with others.

Alan Hart

ALONE

I set here late at night.
Trying to think of something bright.
Like my children that are so hard at play.
And keep me company thourghout the day.
The green grass and blue skies above
And the wonderful gift of Gods great love.
The beautiful stars that light the sky.
The mischievous look in a child’s eye.
All these things are wonderful and great.
For a while you forget the worlds hate.
But what does it all mean. The world and above.
If for you, this late night there is no one to
Share any love.

Alan Hart

MY SISTER

She came to me many years ago.
Filling my life with heavenly glow.
She watched over me, not saying a word
Her spirit flying high as a bird.
She taught me how to run and play
Never wanting anything but love trough out the day.
She was the one that taught me right from wrong.
With her I always knew I belonged.
With out her I wonder where I would be today.
I may not of ever learned how to love or pray.
She was my sissy
I was her bubba.
I will always miss and love her till we meet in the place,
Where she told me she will be.

Alan Hart.

LOVE IS

Love is happiness, the way you feel inside.
Love is misery, when there is no one to whom you can confide.
Love is loneliness, when someone you miss is gone.
Love is a crowd, the family to whom you belong.
Love is yesterday, all the memories of the past.
Love is tomorrow, because you know it will last.
Love is everything; everything everyone wants if they could.
Love is nothing, nothing that can be understood.

Alan Hart

THE RAIN

The rain comes falling down across the plains and fields.
Taking me far away to a land, a land I have never been.
Back to a time before I knew what trouble and heartache were.
Where the only trouble I knew was the little girl that broke my heart.
A land where the fields were green with hue
And the skies were such pretty navy blue.
Where the night skies were always mystic and full of stars.
That keeps you watching as they twinkled from afar.
Where the joyful birds sang their song for me to hear.
As though they were my friend that were always near.
The land, the land I have never known, I thought to myself, as the wind had blown.
A raindrop woke me from this land that I have never known.
And carried me yet to another land, another time.
As in the rain we kissed for the first time, as yet another dream had arisen.

Alan Hart

OUR CHILDREN

Soft blond hair whispering in the wind.
Skipping rope and dancing with a grin.
Lovely green eyes that sparkle in the sun.
Dress up and riding bikes, all just for fun.
Precious memories of playing in the rain.
When you are a child there should be no pain.
Full of love and a heart big as a tree.
Love for everybody and everything except maybe broccoli.
Careless and carefree, yet young and bold.
Not a worry in the world what the future will hold.
Let’s all take time to watch, love, play and guide them.
They are our children now, but will grow up and someday sing our hymn.

For ReAnna, written by Alan Hart

IF

If you love me let me know,
If you don’t let me go.
If you love me, lets go see the world together.
If you don’t, I will pack, and my suitcase will be light as a feather.
If you love me don’t make me read your mind,
If you don’t, I will leave and never look behind.
If you love me, hug me and let me know,
If you don’t, tell me and I will go.

Alan Hart

DIG

Dig, dig, dig your coal,
dig it out of the ground,
energy, energy, energy,
energy for people all around.
Dig, dig, dig your coal,
put it in a mound,
safety, safety, safety,
safety for miners all around.

ReAnna Hart

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