by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
confusion, emo, emotions, fear, feelings, pain, sad,
AM I ?
Am I Just Standing Here, or Am I Just Dead?
Am I So Full Of Fear, I Lost Myself Instead?
Am I A Nobody, that you can't defend me?
OR
Am I Just Invisible, and you really don't pretend.
Am I Blind, Or I Just Don't Wish To See?
The Love I Cannot Find Is Right In Front Of Me!
Am I Hearing the Truth,
Or Have I Just Been Deceived?
Who Can I Trust?
Who Can I Believe?
Am I So Mad I Just Can't Understand,
Or Am I So Sad I Need A Shoulder And A friend?
Is It Just Me,
Or Am I All Alone?
***
I wrote this poem 22 years ago
I was pregnant, scared and alone:-(
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
emotions, lost love,
The hollow eyes of love are never gone
They keep within the waves of trembled tears
From days so poor when love was looked upon
And one where the deepest pain adheres
They give my eyes of love such sad refrain
To think that love would ever be so cruel
And find it was illusion self-contain
When love so grand became so minuscule
To hold love once in dreamer's mind I've flown
And found the point of rest its final breath
To know I will forever be alone
Cry now as then for its eternal death
I found a love to hold and saw it die
Inside depth of darkest pain, I ask why
7/29/17
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
Hope, A Little Remained
She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.
He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.
7-03-2018
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
by Silent One |
Categories:
devotion, emotions, love,
A poets dream, she'll seduce with her eyes,
pens will desire to praise her charming guise,
but be cautious, she'll treat you like her book,
explore each chapter with her detailed look.
Drain your ink, smoking pages in to fire,
drink your spirit like blood thirsty vampire.
But now it seems she may have met her match,
a poet who's heart, she's struggling to snatch.
He holds scriptures, she's never read before,
each musing, leaves her yearning to feel more.
A heart breaker, who gives no man a chance,
dream maker, who leaves women in a trance.
A modern day Samson and Delilah -
spiritual soulmate who could tame her.
Silent One
20 October 2020
by Robert Lindley |
Categories:
appreciation, creation, emotions, happiness, joy, love, magic,
Prayer For Her, This Wounded Heart Healed
Please keep this dream in my lost life
remove painful sting and life filled with strife
Let her dance and sing another sweet tune
as I hold her under this, merciful God's moon.
An excerpt from: "As I Hold Her Under This, Merciful God's Moon"
(written 7/26/2015)
For- Your Best Poem #2 contest, sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Now Submitted for contest: July 19, 2019
Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories:
love, heart, heart,
"Listen! to the Heart"
~~~~~~~~
every heart strums strings of symphony
an open book exploring dreams and fantasies
the lovebeat touches emotions and feelings serene
as candy-filled caramel cremes.
every heart twirls in tune to love and romance
a paradox portrait of lovers in a trance
echoing laughter in harmonious haven
or a fickle falsetto black as a raven.
every heart is a treasure chest of precious jewels
as tenderness comforts those heartaches so cruel
the heart always gives; suddenly takes away
so listen to the heart; hear the words it must say.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Words flowing like magic, explode off my page
Taking me on journeys, I didn't seek
My mind is just floating, feelings do race
Her spirit is leading, to heaven I think
Reading but living, each chosen word
Caught up in beauty, emotions I trace
My heart is a flutter, tears sometimes fall
In awe of her verses, as much as her grace
Passion and love, I can feel her heartbeat
Sorrow and pain, mistakes made again
Dancing with nature, you take me by hand
Simply you're beautiful, I'm in love with your pen
Spilling of emotions, out onto the page
Poems come alive, for sure they are real
Confide in me please, all that's concealed
My dearest poetess, you make me feel
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
beauty, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts, music, passion,
Callused fingers press vibrating strings
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek
the violinist plays from his heart.
Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love’s betrayal
music stirs the imagination.
His bow hangs like a lingering kiss
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then with tears trickling down his cheek
he unleashes unbridled fervor.
Experiencing pangs of rapture
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart,
igniting flames of fire and passion.
5/7/2015
by regina branham |
Categories:
lost love, love
I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love
both, of which
I could have been coaxed out of
You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine
Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.
As we whirled to the emotions
of words' sounds; hand in hand,
we went round and round
and round
No one else in the room
most of all, not you
as my ink turned
from red to blue
by Jo Daniel |
Categories:
emotions, heart,
Hearts made of wax, sent through the mail
Should help relax, instead I wail,
They will soon melt in time's hot hands,
Loneliness is felt midst life's strands;
Hearts made of glass shatter and fail
When griefs harass, they don't prevail,
What use are these hearts so feeble,
Poor pleas of perishing people?
Hearts made of stone are cold and fake,
Even Love will own - "Hard to break",
Will they be healed? How can I trust?
Feelings concealed, what if they bust?
Hearts made of flesh and blood, I seek,
They won't crush my sentiments meek,
Understanding hearts of love - Now,
fear departs, before them I bow.
----------17.12.16----------
by Bill Baker |
Categories:
emotions, life, pain, river, truth, water, wisdom,
A balance in life can solve the riddle.
To find the balance, start in the middle.
Distractions from the banks may lead us wrong.
Go with the flow where the current is strong.
The banks are sirens calling to our ears,
offering us pleasures relieving fears.
The emotion of love, the fear of pain,
tossing and turning, driving us insane.
Too much pleasure can lead to addiction,
pain and sickness can lead to restriction.
Reject their temptations, stay in the flow,
the river is wise and knows where to go.
Avoid extremes, be content with enough.
Life on the river, no need for the fluff.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, emotions, feelings, grief,
Grief hides pain
behind a veil
of anger, rage, and disbelief.
And yet, it consumes
your every moment
and every thought.
Inside, you want to lash out
at the world,
viciously,
violently,
anything,
to send the hurt back!
Grief clings to death
and in so doing,
devastates the living.
Your world shrinks
to memories,
reflected in pools of tears.
And life loses its spark,
for the part of you, you’re missing,
has left a hole in your heart.
Time is but a concept
of the mind,
as flimsy as a thought
it has no power over pain.
And yet, there is something
stronger than time
that can numb pain,
and that is hope... fueled by love.
(Free Verse)
10-30-2020
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts,
Love feels like an illusion;
a mixture of lies and truth.
And it's non-responsive to
the expectations of youth.
Facing doubt and frustration,
bravado falters and slips.
And yet, in your fantasies,
passion drips from luscious lips.
Hope courts imagination,
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place,
where you go once in a while.
You yearn for a soulmate with
whom to share your existence.
And you continue to search
with undying persistence.
You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And despite your loneliness,
say everything's okay.
(Quatrain)
6/21/2015
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
break up, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts,
Hope Outweighs Sorrow
Falling in love’s magical,
it's like your heart is on fire.
And all your heart hears is hope,
not the words of a liar.
When trust begins to weaken,
hope shores it up with more lies.
And an outpouring of pain
replaces truth as it dies.
Fear gathers up nagging doubts
as they morph into goodbyes.
And lost dreams discreetly drown
as tears spill from crying eyes.
Let time carry you away
to where hope outweighs sorrow.
For, like a river, it flows
towards a new tomorrow.
(Quatrain)
11/1/2015
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
beautiful,
.He walked in silence
to the corner of my heart
He lit a candle~ fire
in a room once damp and dark
His words were gently spoken
His love was loud and clear
His arms were unexpected
A fearless Chevalier
My strength was getting weaker
My pulse~rate running low
He sheltered my emotions
and fortified his soul
He helped me win the battle
against solitude's blade
His kiss bestowed upon me
His palm upon my faith
A faith of a new promise
on paths of pastel hues
Of jasmine scents and marigolds
Of Sunsets in the blues.
by liam mcdaid |
Categories:
love, moon, romance, romantic, sun,
a soul orbits
looking into space
searching beyond
staring at
an orange full
cold moon
rising peacefully
into the sea of tranquility
floating air labored
softly gasping for breath
exploding stars
lights up
the sky
wrath of the sun's light
bombards this earth
explosive fireworks
pulsing inside
emotions erupt
bursting solar colours
feelings flare beautifully
flashing the beginning
of a strong orbiting cycle
magnetic crochet
strongly pulls
gently sewing together
embraces warm rays
kisses sweetly
with her soft fingers
weaving love deeply
blissfully into
one's heart
by Eve Roper |
Categories:
dream, love, spring,
She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.
The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays' columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
5/21/2017
by Daniel Cheeseman |
Categories:
devotionwords,
Light blue tears on parchment, how softly my pen
weeps for you. Ribbons of verse bind, pull tightly
on oozing emotions. Devoted words lie embalmed
in true affection, line upon line of adoration. I am
besotted in ink, controlled by a heart that fills my
page. My pen lies aside my love, my dreams, my
day and night and what you are to me. Your kisses
are the words planted and my future granted.
by Linda-Marie SweetHeart |
Categories:
love,
"Wearied Wanderlust"
upon a gilded meadow glows a bottle of tender tears
scattered ashes burnt and laden carpeting of stone
ravished emotions turbulent feasting on flesh and bone
filtering through fibers as escalating fears
harbor broken dreams evaporating in waning years
as visions petrified reside in somber tone
upon a gilded meadow glows
Life's chilling chant of haunted love still stalks
a tattered heart is wandering, wearied and all alone
swallowed a bittersweet taste of vacant cone
in endless patterns of desolate walks
upon a gilded meadow glows..
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
emotions, lost love, passion,
Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face,
and in that moment you reveal your touch-
I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace,
and through the night your passion is as such.
Above the twilit moon I need your kiss,
I beg of you to keep my secret safe-
For when away your fondness I do miss,
and as we said we need our tender faith.
The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets,
reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace
my body like a sketch down to my feet,
for in your arms is where I leave my lace.
Before the Lord made man you loved me so-
But now it’s time for me to let you go.
October 21, 2016
by Lynn Marie |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, heart, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion,
In one brief moment
you saw me as I am
without a word spoken
palm open for my hand.
Nary a harp string plucked
silence graced the air
silhouettes became one
my heart I laid bare.
Candle wicks were unlit
full moon a distant past
my emerald eyes glowed
your love echoing back.
Fire our skin to skin heat
scent unique unto us
not a flower in bloom
our souls we gave in trust.
In one brief moment
you saw me as I am
the memory of each breath
my bliss I'll always have.
03-28-2017
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
angel, best friend, emotions, feelings, friendship, friendship love, how i feel,
There is nothing more heartening than a smile
if you haven’t seen one for a while
you hope it will never end
it's not just pretend
with a best
friend
it's no jest
the Lord chose to send
an angel to help you mend
one that does not put love on trial
there is nothing more heartening than a smile
(Andaree)
Feb.07,2018
by Wilma Neels |
Categories:
love,
There I was standing, deep in thought
You never crossed my mind,
Until you appeared out of nowhere
No warning,
just with that familiar smile,
Like you've been there all along
Waiting for me to look up
I was taken by surprise
The impact you had,
The impact you still have
On my mood,
My emotions
Thought I was immune to your powers
Guess that was only just a dream
You are back and so is that smile
The one thing I spend many nights trying
To forget,
Just like that, it is all back
To mess with my pretty little head
©132525062013
by White Wolf |
Categories:
love, romance,
Passions burn in the depth of night,
Lovers yearning to be entwined,
Against the wind these birds own flight,
A trail hidden it's hard to find.
Emotions soar high out of sight,
As love explodes in hearts so warm,
They hold each other close and tight,
Embraced they lay in loving form.
This is how love can be for most,
Ever daunting to say the least,
But when it's found it's grandiose,
So succulent thy lovers' feast.
In their arms lie and be adored,
And feel the fires as they once roared.
(Eight syllables per line)
by Bill Baker |
Categories:
dark, emotions, evil, inspirational love, light, pain,
Before the darkest hour, comes the pain.
Excruciating, unrelenting pain.
The heart is broken, the body gives up.
Sobbing, and gasping, to even remain.
Then the darkest hour slithers into you,
Searching through the suffering for the soul.
Disillusioning evil tells a lie.
“Death will set you free, it’s all you can do.”
Numbness begins to smother the feeling.
The chaos of your mind sends you reeling.
In time you know there must be a reason,
To continue at least for a season.
Looking deep within, you search for the light,
A seed of love, to help you through the night.