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A Heartbeat Is Not Free

                                              A man once smiled and told me,
                                                     while sitting by the sea...
                                            about the choices made for living,
                                                  that a heartbeat is not free.

                                         He said a heart had died to save him,
                                                   tears shed along the way.
                                              He said sacrifice had given him
                                              better strength to seize the day.

                                            Not one time while he had spoken,
                                                he disclosed no face or name.
                                       It would not have brought that someone
                                                    any less or greater fame.

                                            But that day,I learned with reason,
                                                     if a heartbeat is not free.....
                                             I must keep my heart still beating
                                                     for a heart that is not me.

— JWwildcat2012, May 09, 2008

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Region, Country: Brownsville,KY USA

Favorite Poets: D. H Lawrence and Robert Frost

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Pleides

18 years 1 month ago

Your poem

is very interesting. It almost seemed to me that it was about donating your organs on death? Could be utterly wrong here, if so please excuse. I found the last four lines very profound and powerful, and if I may say so hope people who read this will think as I have about the message it sends. Thanks for posting it. Pleides
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poewriter58

18 years 1 month ago

James

James one small correction He said sacrifice had given him or He said sacrifice gave him your poem touches a spot somewhere deep in the emotions true there are many ways a heart may be given medically as a donation but anytime a person puts forth a part of them self they are giving their heart Chrys
weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 1 month ago

Oh wow, this really challenges me,

sacrifice is such an abusable concept. The soldier who dives on a grenade to save his mates? Laudable sacrifice. Some messiah for spiritual reasons? Don't buy it. Give an organ to save someone? +1 Be a martyr? Do it somewhere else. Love is not chained to loss. Your thoughts are provoking to me but I do not dismiss them. A good poem cheers, Jess
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Majeedahs_Umi

18 years 1 month ago

job well done

you walked us through the emotions of sacrifice very well
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rider68

18 years 1 month ago

A Pandora’s Box of thoughts

Hi James A Pandora’s Box of thoughts Mixed concept's and emotions, very cleverly written, Regards Peter ~~~~~~~~~Creativity Is to think more efficiently~~~~~~~~~~
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

James

One suggestion: the line "he disclosed no face or name" just doesn't sit right. What about "did he disclose a face or name" or "had he disclosed a face or name" I think either of those two would work a little better. Otherwise, good write! I like the title, as not only is it quite fitting, but it also almost prepares the reader for a solid message. ~Lynn (Jess K.) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 3 months ago

Heart donated

that what I'm feeling in this piece good write. the message image is profound. ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
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JWwildcat2012

17 years 3 months ago

Thank you,Barbara

I am glad you read my work like so many others i have met on here.And i want you to keep doing it,so that i can continue to uplift you,entertain you,and maybe even make you laugh a little with my writings.It means so much to me that you notice,sweetheart.It really does. Your friend,in peace, Scott.