Stress Free Poetry

You took my heart And locked it in a cage, You got rid if the key; Simply turned the book's page. I haven't seen my heart, But I still feel its beat, And the thought of loving you, Makes my poor soul weak. Looking at your picture; Framed by my hands. Not sure what to do, Not sure of my plans. Am thinking of you, And my heart you took. Please take care of it, Give it a second look. It's very breakable, So keep it by your side, Because I might need it again At some point of my life. By ( Ilona Hesse )

From the sea, where fishermen dance, After returning with their catch, I heard a voice from the unseen say, Heed your heart's call and then pray. Pray for the downtrodden and the meek, Pray that the strong don't mistreat, The weak and the poor of your Lord's world, Pray and pray, and nightly vigils keep. Then I was shook by a mighty wave, Its waters encircled me round my waist, I woke up to the signs of warning and Ran on and on in an attempt to flee. Why do these spells come and seize me, Why am I entranced by mystery, Why do unknown forces of Nature, Reveal much of the unseen world to me? Answers? From whom should I seek, Is there somebody who will help, Someone, who will feel all that I feel, And come up with shelter and safety? By ( Emmenay )