emotions poems

Heart's Inventory – A Poem by Roy Pullam

Cards are like wings
Carrying the warm regards
From our heart
To those to whom
Other times
We keep our feelings
In reserve
It is in the Christmas season
That we yield
Allowing the emotions
To find their way
To the surface
Counting on Hallmark
To convey
What we cannot voice
But I balk
With the canned expressions
That do not speak
Of our true feeling
Of your importance
In our life
Of the good times
We shared
Of our wishes
That the future
Would provide more
Second helpings
Of life’s sweetest dessert

Your Breadcrumbs… – A Poem by Paul Tristram

Your Breadcrumbs…
Led me nowhere nice
or pleasant…
but, there Is wisdom in this,
for I never walk down
the same dead end, twice.
Once free of your demented,
inane circles
everything levelled out
quite quickly.
You have to tear off
a strip of flesh
from the walls of your soul
every now and again,
to learn ‘Emotions’
strange and bewildering ways.
‘Humble’ is such a dodgy word,
it reeks too much of ‘Meekness’
and neither one
of these false idols
has nor deserves any place
upon Life’s haphazard road
of day to day education.

More at https://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/.

Tomb XVII – A Poem by Rafaela Panagou

Wasted feelings never die.
Instead, they thrive upon our grieving
Perhaps, they seek a noble ending
To draw the barest form and meaning.

Unbeknownst to us, these hours,
they choose to escape to violet fields.
Crowned with gray and withered flowers,
they lay like corpses on their shields.

Can you paint their sky once more?
Silence.
Why did you bring me to this place?
Alas, I have been here before.

This procession past their tomb
echoes of the steps I took
on those paths that smelled of heather,
let me ponder to remember.

Yes, my love, I have recalled.

On this stone as blank as ice,
eulogy of our destined end
the lie you uttered to be nice
Reads handwritten “to a friend”.

Played This Game Before – A Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar

I’ve been listening to this song on repeat
all day
because it reminds me of you
and the first time we heard it together.

I don’t want to do this
and it’s killing me inside
because I know this can’t possibly work
and it hurts like hell to know what’s coming.

I was fine before we met.
I wasn’t lonely until we started seeing each other.
Now my work has been affected,
my mood has been affected,
my emotions have been affected…
Damn it,
just hit repeat again
and let this whole thing play out
as it must.

More at http://17numa.wordpress.com/.

The Feeling | Emily Hargrave

Eternally bereft of
Anything like the
Feeling I had when
We were walking
Hand in hand on
The beach, nothing
But the sound of
The ocean and the
Sense we were
Entering a new time.

I Am | Mónika Tóth

I am just a woman
I smile when i see you
I cry when i am sad
I laugh when i am happy
I am dreamer
I am sinner
I am thinker
I am believer
But always unhappy
But

Love Is | Stan Morrison

love is really an action word
must be felt, not just heard
conspicuous when present
by deed more than intent
to know, to trust and to feel
love is a wrap-around deal

Cottage in a Concrete Jungle | Bipul Banerjee

Lurching skyscrapers
Breeding on drying emotions
Bricks and Mortar filled with steel
Air conditioned waves of artificial intelligence
A chaotic urban circus
Of disdainful grace
There stands a cottage of happiness
Blessed with shades of contentment
Thatched roofs and open windows
Where the Sun merrily shines
Bypassing the daemonic man made concrete
Ignoring the jostles of honking jokers
Filtering the polluted vehicle sprouts
A tilted rocking chair
Fluttering pages of biblichor
Aroma of freshly brewed coffee
The nostalgia of memory lanes
A world within a world
Word within verses
Transports me to remote expeditions
Destined to glories of
Ultimate unifications

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