Poetry by C.E. Hacker a.k.a. Wildheart

In my darkest time His comfort I find In the words told To me long ago My child, why do you run? It matters not, what you’ve done I know all you have been through Oh! How I long to comfort you To hold you in my arms and dry your tears Turn on the lights and chase away your fears But you curse me,... Sign in to see full entry.

Life found frivolous Fulmination fully felt Far from Frappuccinos First freedom felt From futile follies Flowing frantically For fresh fatuity Follow freely life ~C.E. Hacker Sign in to see full entry.

Pale blue touched with a deeper hue Emerald green washes over rolling hills Frigid breath gives way to warm kisses That brushes softly one’s cheek Life sings with elation renewed Caring not the warmer days ahead Beat again the romantic heart With bated breath for possibilities to explore The... Sign in to see full entry.

Gentle warmth soon gives way To passions heat now set free Gentle drops join in winding flows Trace their way over sensual hills Down to valleys now exposed That long to be traversed Budding innocence now forgotten Seeks refuge in carefree embrace Content to float effortlessly In the endless summer... Sign in to see full entry.

Endless days begin to wane Slipping into faded memories Failing heart’s suspended disbelief Reality replaces now, elusion’s play Color burst on nature’s cheeks Flushed knowing near is the end Passion’s source pulls away Leaving subtle shades of gray Piece by piece the tapestry sheds Naked truth... Sign in to see full entry.

Cold echoes in hollow landscapes Desperate to have it’s pain felt The naked, shivering soul seeks slumber To forget the emptiness that is found Pure white blankets rain down Hiding the evidence of it all Snow lies like a fine linen tablecloth Hoping you won’t see nature’s death beneath Hope not lost... Sign in to see full entry.

There was a young girl not so long ago Who for herself set many goals “On this world I will leave my mark” “And be remembered like Helen of Troy Or like Joan of Ark” She grew up making many plans To learn about many things And visit many lands But the world told her she was a fool And like other... Sign in to see full entry.

A man is a wild animal Relying on his strength and cunning His pride lies within his conquests But he needs her to make him complete He lays his strength at her feet He yields to her beauty He is powerful yet tender with her He is aggressive yet peaceful beside her Woe the wretched who strips him of... Sign in to see full entry.

Wild heart in search of deeds Bewildered and fraught With plural needs No longer destiny’s beacon shines Courage, Valor, Honor, have no shrines Heaven’s stars shroud in veil No longer point to the trail That leads to the golden shore Or that, The Wild heart wants more Sick and Pale it has become... Sign in to see full entry.