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Of Ink

   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails

This part of you 
"A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking  words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"

You have a desire to paint all day,
Breathing and beating in every way
Toxic lines, from which ink flows
Inhaling images from the world
Deep and cold sorrowed emotions 
True love is always easy to poetize
Dear Poet:  "Ink Never Lies."

Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby
Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality
Ballads sung under the full moon
Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day
Ode's of rivers from your past
A dark smile jotting down memory lane
Monologue tears brought under pressure
Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku"
Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done
Unfolding old and new propagandas
POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza
((Only this, and nothing more))
Writing is like giving birth

by;)

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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~

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AM I

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:-( 

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Best Man

It has been 9 months since your sudden disappearance.

That Hallowed night when your 5’11” nerd aura
Handed me my early birthday gift
A cold shoulder wrapped in a velvet bow
Made in Sri Lanka, sold exclusively at the Dollar Store

That was your appraised value.

But, today, revival’s whisper enters my gently waxed earlobes.

Candy coated revelations
For my allergic blood

“I said yes!”, as she flashed Cracker Jack ring
Filled with Monopoly dollar signs and “Go directly to Jail” Chance cards

I almost applauded, my hands sarcastically never connected
While my eyeballs rolled in epileptic banter

We scream in misguided nerd joy 
As if we witnessed Monty Python & Darth Vader having a make-out session

Sudden urges to watch movies about Traveling Pants & Sisterhood
And PSing my I Love You
While we eat Dark Chocolate Klondike bars and Chipwich Ice Cream Cookies
My ovaries were bursting with INSANITY’S JOY!

But, WAIT, I quickly realized I didn’t have such parts!

It was then, reality crashed
As if Spider Man ran out of web during mid-air leap

My essence now halts at crossroads’ throat.

To my left, “celebration”
To my right, “other”

I chose to be a human this night.

Current time- 9:15pm
Current location- Reception Hall

A 5 course meal,
Including dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets
Smiley face French fries
And 3 glasses of Tang
Surrounded my space on the dinner table

Heavenly echoes of forks & glass,
Ringing in ignorant unison,
Give birth to Tinnitus in my drums

In their 9 months of togetherness,
They kiss with forcible ease,
Frogs refusing to show their true form

It is then, ignoring listless stares from guests,
I stood up holding my half-empty Tang glass
Which MIGHT have contained a smidge of Grey Goose

At the TOP of my LUNGS,
I whispered.

“Friend, I should be so proud of you. I would. I could. You never responded to my open-hearted palm. You left my vulnerabilities dangling at half-mast, as if I lost our final game of Hang Man. But, TONIGHT, it is I & this delicious Dinosaur nugget that will HAVE a final say! You are impeccably flawed, like I. But, I still wanted you to be a part of my tomorrows. Yet, you turned me into a muted yesterday. So, I will wish congratulations on your new slav…um, husband, Pouring this glass of yummy Tang onto this stapled dance floor in a straight line Each drop will be a symbol of how many tears he will shed, before that line is crossed.”
As silence slapped each other in its face Across candle flame blanketed, marble dance hall, With children pointing & laughing hysterically, “Security” enters the room As I hold hands with Cuban female rent-a-cop, her head warming my shoulder, “Thank you for these 9 months. For now, I have given birth to a new me. The Best Man that you will never hold again.” ©Drake J. Eszes

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My Heart Skips a Beat My Love

My heart skips a beat my love each and every time 
I’m with you my dearest sweet and lovely Darling
Since the passions and feelings you stir in me
Touch the very depth of my inner being and soul
And render themselves not to mere words only
Suitable for depiction, exhibition, understanding
Rather to the image and strength of your beauty
And your rapturous desire and feeling as they
Defy rational attempts at any simple description
For you are the most radiant beyond all compare
	
My heart skips a beat my love when we lie together
Locked in a most enchanting embrace and kissing
So deeply, palpably that we run out of breath and pant
Anxiously at what comes next in our mutual longing
And crescendo as our passions explode and express
Themselves in a most hungry trail of urges and desires
Which makes finding love for us all the more magical
Pairing us together like a couple of star-struck kids 
Lost impossibly in moments of hope and imagination 
In a timeless world of love, desire, emotion, and oneness

My heart skips a beat my love when we walk so closely
Hand-in-hand talking, laughing, and living our dreams
Confronting the world and taking on whatever comes
Next as we steer our ship of destiny on a true course
Where our like-thoughts and deep love for each other
Mean something quite special that only Dreamers and 
Poets can imagine and set to melody and harmony in perfect 
Verses of sheer passion and delight painted onto a canvas  
Of unending happiness where Heaven and Earth are one
My heart skips a beat my love when we’re forever one

For Gautami Phookan's Contest "One of Your Best" -- 12/31/14

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Your Look of Precious Love

Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest, 
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love 
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove, 
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!	
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above. 
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!

When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,  
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)

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The Scent Of Your Soul

The scent of your soul a caramelized breeze of fruit odours reverberating softly through my memory Throwing me right back into ninth grade where we sat side by side Your right arm reaching slightly for my back Your name resonates gently with my spirit as thoughts of you dwell in my mind Carrying me back to the shade of purple grape orchids in evergreen woods Our first kiss perched upon last autumn's twig still lingers in early morn's bone-china cup wafting its pungent aroma of dark roast coffee beans and so the smell of rubber tyres against the wind Such revoked moments of unknown danger and defiant fun Other moments,of beauty and snow angels Of freedom and moonlights,sunrise and life I can still recall the days,months,and years till our footprints marked separate paths Ah,those days,those last hours,How can I forget? Sweet as frosty vanilla and chocolate chips of an ice cream parlour Melting as spongy marshmallows and honey syrup Fresh as the colour of your soul, which haunts me like an alluring glance of almond-shaped eyes This afternoon , like other afternoons I walk to the library which knows the musky sweat of your palm upon my own That fragrance 's gone now.All that is left is the fading perfume of forgotten petals between old books and dust No one here except my silence,and a rotten sliced apple vacuum packed ,lacking its cinnamon and even its spice. Back home,the mildewed strings of a guitar await my fingertips to play once more upon the worn out chords of my heart What will I play,what will I sing ,a song which isn't ours ? Fermented wine I poured into my glass Yearning to taste its purple grape for what it was before all it was turned bitter,acidic and sour I wondered about where you might be ,distant or not as far Listening to my voice on once upon a record player Wishing on a star ?
Not for the contest But thanks for the inspiration Contest name-The Scent Of Your Soul

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bloody wrists

I'm sitting on the floor
I'm crying so much more
trying to erase this pain
trying to forget your face
sitting here with the blade in my hand
running so slow blood dripping down
in a deep red color
flowing freely the way i want to feel

I'm sitting on the floor 
holding my hand out
I'm holding a bottle
a bottle filled with pills
I'm crying so hard
the pain is unbearable
I'm feeling so weak 

I'm sitting here on this floor 
holding a blade
crying like crazy
trying to take this pain away
I'm trying my best trying to fight
my eyelids feel heavy
my door is so far
the whispered yells to far
falling deep in to sleep

deep..deep..deep..deep
I'm laying on a bed
I'm so confused 
where am i?
my throat feels sore
my body screams in pain
I'm looking around
I'm in a small white room

i try to move,
my hands are stuck
i try to get up
i feel restraints 
what happened to me?

I'm laying on a bed
trying to get up
my head hurts
a nurse is here
a shot is administered 
i drift to sleep
I'm in the psych ward
why am i here?

I'm lying on a bed
laying so still 
my wrists hurts to no end
I'm crying out loud
screaming and cussing
my body hurts
i can't remember

all i remember are my bloody wrists
and a bottle of pills
all i remember is the pain i was in.....





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- FEELINGS -


                                                                        ))
                                               ((     Depression
                                                        Afraid          ))
                                           Anxiety             Panic
                                   ((    Depression              Anxiety
                                                Tired            Panic  ))
                                                     ((   Afraid
                                                                      ))


                                            Words that we do not like
                                     Everyone has known these feelings
                                        They are not a sign of weakness
                         We struggle with feelings and will always  be so strong
                               Strong ..... do we always need to be so strong
                                Say it loud ....Today I have really a bad day
               The heart beat a little faster ..... You might have a little panic or anxiety
                        Depression comes like a creeping dark carpet - You are afraid
               You are not a weak human - you are a normal human being with feelings





04.05.2013
A-L  Andresen :)



(Second place in contest)

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Poetry was Her Best Lover- Adult Content

Poetry was her best lover
Like no other
He loved her
Without restraint
She could be herself
And explore
And discover
Secret pleasures and fantasies
Naked above the covers
He let her lie
Exposed
As he slowly caressed her imagination
Making her flow
With the sweet essence of her soul
In waves of delirium
Flying free
He let her be
Unfettered
Unashamed
Unworried of how to please
Or how to tease
Just simply to be
A woman in a prelude
To ecstacy

Poetry was her best lover
Her escape from reality
In clandestine intimacy
He ravished her mind
Again and again
For all he wanted
Was for her to come
To experience
To taste
Every pleasure
He had to offer
Her insatiable appetite
He fed
With firm truths
That burst forth with wisdom
He fed her desire
To reach supremacy
He never betrayed
Or delayed
In pleasing her
In giving her just what she wanted
In different ways and forms
His creativity endless

Poetry was her best lover
The only time in her day
When she had her way
And could be free
To be the woman she was mean to be
Sensual and sultry, sexy and savory 
Not having to hide
Behind the guise
The veil of culture
Or religion
Or misconstrued sexism
Or alibis
Being demure
And “sterile”
When she was fertile
Laden with passion


Poetry was her best lover
He adored her
For whom she was
And he gave and gave 
At times
Leading her in submission to his will
Taming her
Training her
To live in the confines
Of his rules
For perfection to be reached
She had to follow his lead
To the pinnacle of pleasure
Where all was in rhythmic union and rhyme
The sublime
Tasted and lived and then to descend
To warm after glow
Basking in the satisfaction
Of a fruitful union
For beauty has been conceived 
Waiting for delivery

Yes, Poetry was her best lover
And she
Came looking for him
Begging him 
To take her 
Again and again and again
To transport her to heaven from hell
Tasting eternity

Poetry was her best lover
And she
Had no need of another
To help her discover
Her own entity….
None other
But her best lover
Poetry....


Eileen Manassian Ghali

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If These Eyes Could Lie

Locked up, shackled, tied down and chained 
Feeling empty, exhausted, used up and drained
Your heart unsettled with its flickering flame
Probing for answers in life's little game

I hear your cries echoing into the dark night
I could tell you everything will be alright
I feel your big lonely heart splitting apart
I could say I'll give your heart a fresh start

I hear your words begging to stop the blues
I could say I will be your knight and rescue you
I hear the tremble in your voice when you speak 
I could tell you I'd hug you and kiss your cheek

These eyes don't lie, I'll probably never be with you
My tears fall knowing there is nothing more I can do

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What If

In the corner café across from the sea he sits alone reading his book Thinking of love while drinking his tea and memories of chances he never took Her name resonates gently recalling moments, of cheek touched whispers yet hands unheld and lips unsealed What if? What if he turned back time Would she ever know, what lies woken in the dormitory of his mind What keeps lingering, in the alley of his heart Would she be struck by cupid's arrow tongue-tied and wanted Would her heart melt at the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand Would his feelings resonate deep within her soul What if? What if then was now Would she be the keeper, of his heart The object of his affection Would she dawn into his eyes like early sunbeams Or disperse into the night like the autumn mist Would she tread her dreams upon his footprints Would she share the truth which lies so still within Or would she be restored to a mirthless mouth and twisted smile, to somber moods and bleak commands. To griefing pain that killed her life Where would her chambered heart lead What if she would confess The last of his caress is all she needs to breathe

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A Well-Known Stranger

'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As if calling out to me.

When the window I unshuttered, as my heart so wildly fluttered
Sounded forth the sound, and nearer, sounded forth so dismally:
And I heard the tempest sighing, through the trees and chimneys crying,
As if left alone and dying by some God-forsaken sea-
Quite forsaken, quite abandoned by the inky, lifeless sea,
Just as black as black can be.

There I stood a moment longer as the wailing winds grew stronger.
'Tis, I thought, but silly fancies dreamed imaginatively;
For there's nothing coming, leaving, and the night can be deceiving;
Yes, the wind was only breathing on the ancient maple tree,
Which was rapping on the shutters in the night, incessantly-
This was all that it could be.

Then a furious arctic guster gathered might and main and muster
And with hands so cold and clammy put my candle out while he
Wrapped his chilling hands around me, in his frozen grip he bound me;
I, his presence all around me groaned and grumbled in the dark;
As I groped and griped and stumbled, groaned and grumbled in the dark-
While he laughed so wickedly.

To the window, pitter-patter, I rehasped it with a clatter
Then relit and watched my candle as it flamed assuredly,
While it lit the old surroundings; but then how my heart was pounding!
As I gazed at the astounding standing on my posted bed,
Perched above the feathered pillows where I rest my weary head,
Perched there unashamedly.

"Ah," said I, "this nameless flutter sounding, pounding on the shutter
It was only this dear fellow trying so determinedly
To gain entrance to my dwelling, all to bring this piece of spelling,
And there really is no telling who has sent him here to me
'Till I read the little letter fastened on below his knee,
That he bears so cheerfully.

I undid the purple ribbon tied about the charming pigeon,
Quite forgetful of his presence as I read absorbedly.
I spent little time deciding who had sent this piece of writing,
For it bore me happy tidings in a hand I knew so well;
In a cheerful, laughing manner, so it was not hard to tell
That it was from my Melody.

"My favourite ribbon, I've untied it from my hair and wrapped inside it
All the words I wish to say, but am too far to tell to thee."
From this point and on hereafter I omit her words of laughter,
Words that make my heart beat faster; words that stop it suddenly:
Words that make me melancholy; words that make me shout with glee-
Words sent by my Melody.

When I'd traced each perfect letter, I was thinking clearer, better;
I set out some feed and water for my friend, repentantly.
"Pigeon," said I, "rest beside me; walls and roof shall safely hide thee
From the tempest roaring blindly o'er the inky, lifeless sea."
And I squinted through the shadows where he perched there silently;
Resting, sleeping peacefully.

Drawing near, I kissed him gently, thinking all the while intently
That the very place I kissed him once was cradled tenderly
By the hand I wish was holding onto mine, and deftly molding
Into mine, and mine enfolding, that of her who wrote to me;
That of her so far away across the inky, lifeless sea-
That of dearest Melody.

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Wet brain- fictional

Theres this knawing in my tummy
A burning in my ear
I feel your presence next to me
Yet you are hardly here

I'm not sure when it happened
but now it's crystal clear 
Though your body's in the room
Youre vacant. --Insincere 

I wonder- was it worth it? 
To throw it all away?
All the things you squandered
to keep the pain at bay

All the things you had to pawn
just to get you through your day
Traded growth for comfort
Traded gold for hay

And I don't think you'll ever realize
the person you used to be
Now on a quest with no direction
In drunken ecstasy 

These thoughts so sick and twisted
They make me want to flee
Spinning round in circles
A pirate lost at sea

I wish that you could see it
the way I clearly do
Suddenly I wonder
Who am I talking to?

Look around one last time
There's no one here. It's true. 
And that is when reality
finally does come through

I see it there in front of me
A reflection in a mirror
I know it now for certain
Death is creeping nearer

I poor myself another drink
I hold my poison dearer
Then anything I've ever held 
Reality becomes much clearer

I know I'll never break away
from this cage I built
It's destiny to end it here
There's nothing left but guilt

So I gently shut my eyes
And pray I'll quickly wilt
I look for one last sign of comfort
Grab tight to my quilt

The one my mother gave to me
on her final day on earth
She died too from the bottle
Pitiful, without self worth

I set a lonely fire with a lonely match
I watch it slowly flicker as I lay by the hearth
There was never once a chance for me
Doomed from the day of birth

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Stargazer

Under 65 degree starry, onyx blanket
Containment of quarter moon identity

A whimsically soothing song exuded
In muffled taps & Prohibition era lyric

In the distance,
Snow-capped mountains reflecting lunar clarity
Off its tips of freedom

As we lay on recycled steel hood,
Made in 1950s USA, when it mattered,
Her silhouetted fingertips released from my right arm
While insistently looking towards stratosphere’s vocal chord

“Can’t it be like this forever?
Oh, how I want to just make love to the stars.
Become one with Orion while riding
On Sagittarius’s arrow”

“What about our stars?”, he softly questioned.

“I’d like to be your never-ending shooting star.
To ride on blue moon’s comet, by your side”

Cricket whispers manhandled his romantic clef
Mother Nature’s afterglow, upon her ears, fallen deaf

Inherent waxy build-up from illicit tongue,
She pat his shoulders like a dog
Being taught his first lesson

Her eyes, still sky high.

“Sigh, I like how you think.
You’re such a nice friend.
You’re going to make a woman so happy one day.
I hope to meet a guy just like you.”

As her eyes sighed with a powerful lack of substance
Into the arms of Leo,
A slammed car door supplants the reverberation of the car’s V8 engine.

He confidently turns back the hands of time.

Reversal gears become his new tune

“If you get lost going home, follow the stars.”

As he pulls away with majestic, amplified lyrics
Of Whitesnake’s “Here I go Again”

Going down the only road he’s ever known

While she stands in fraudulent gasps of shock,
Looking back up to the stars in blank wonder

As he accelerates into a new page in his book
Closing his chapter with wondrous questions

“Why would I taste your starlight?

When you never believed in our constellation?”

©Drake J. Eszes
It’s good to gaze at the stars and make wishes. But, be careful what you wish for. For Earth has its own gifts…

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DREAMER'S SECRETS

Virgin piece of paper
You lay in front of me
Bare, a sleeping beauty
Mesmerized by what I see 

In that moment, captivated
Drawn into your light
I'll cover you with passion
Long into the night
You'll give this dreamer's secrets.. sight

I gently touch your canvas
Let lover's feelings flow
You give every indication 
That tonight you'll let it go

And I am filled with wonder
Of all that we could be
Amazed that you weren't taken
Lost in this serendipity
When this night is over
Oh forever, it'll be you and me

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

And what we birth in secret
Tomorrow will be so clear
Spread across your sheet
Love's expression without fear

So remember every moment
How I mused over you
Together we created
A masterpiece to view
You've made this dreamer's secrets.. true

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Penned flame, yeah all I got
Two now one, love's knot
Feel the stroke, inks heat
Making music, love's beat

Perspective: The Poet Pen's RELATIONSHIP with Paper

Contest: Regina Riddle's "relationships" 
Date: 7-25-14

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HOCUS POCUS-WORDS, THE HEART OF IMAGINATION

Is imagination just a childish game
And is outside the box really lame
If there's no skin can love still exist
Is trusting the unseen a foolish risk

They say such fantasy can not real
Those aren't feelings that you feel
Your heart really didn't skip a beat
Words alone can't create this heat

Well I'm not buying it
I don't have to see
To trust the invisible
What it can be
You can't define
A lover's heart
What I'm feeling
And where it starts
Your words are magic
They captivate me
Hocus pocus 
Your soul I see

They say dreams are lies, let them go
If she's not present how can you know 
Sacred mysteries surely can't be true
No physical presence.. no me and you 

Well I'm not buying it
I don't have to see
To trust the invisible
What it can be
You can't define
A lover's heart
What I'm feeling
And where it starts
Your words are magic
They captivate me
Hocus pocus 
Your soul I see

I'm in love, I've never seen your face
But what I've felt can't be erased..

I'm buying you
I don't have to see
To trust the invisible
What it can be
Girl, I feel it
A lover's heart
From the inside out
Is where it starts
Your words are magic
They captivate me
Hocus pocus 
Your soul I see

*They say falling in love is wrong but it sure feels right

Contest: Brian's "Words-The Heart Of Imagination"
Poet: LyricMan

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I must Carpe Diem

I used to live life full of dreams 
Planning, for many years to come.
Where I will be, when I will go,
A future that was filled with fun.

Till the day my life was shattered.
Till the day when the hammer struck.
All my dreams now torn asunder 
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to duck.

I stood my battles, fought the fight 
We gathered and said our goodbyes,
Yet through all of your brave faces,
I could still hear the silent cries.

Last Will and Testament written,
Everything important was said,
“I love you,” still that magic word,
I’d sleep in peace tucked in my bed.

Then something magical happened,
I came back from places of dread.
Now more a part of the living,
Each day I get stronger instead.

Now I know what’s most important
Enjoy precious moments each day,
Learned not to live for tomorrows
That just might not come anyway.

I enjoy each sip of coffee,
Watching leaves turn colours and fly,
Kisses from my sweet little dog,
Every time I see a blue sky.

The music of my Children’s voices,
Love of family never ends,
Carpe Diem, just seize the day,
That is my new motto my friends.


Written 10.25.2014
For Regina Riddle’s Contest 
Seize the Moment (Carpe Diem)
5th

James 5:15
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise them up.

Living for the moment makes everything more special.

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The Devil Made Me Do It

It had been a long night, an hour drive just to be with my sister. One must stay in touch with family; it’s the right thing to do. I don't even know what movie we saw. Here she was again in all her glory whining, and whimpering, about her conditions. Confined space is the wrong place to be with someone bi-polar. Sometimes, I think the family should mark her eruptions on a calendar, maybe there’s a pattern? She was hungry; her blood sugar was low; hurry, get her home! 

“Geez Sis, if my life depended on carrying peanuts, I'd make damn sure I had them with me!” I my replied. 

the sleet fell
through the headlight beams:
fog inside

“You bleeping self-centered witch!” Her reply.

And on and on, enumerating all my faults at the top of her lungs. Her face was darting back and forth across the stick shift like a viper. The weather was so bad, and her screaming so loud; I almost drove us up a telephone pole. The back road to her house was serpentine through a pinewood, and over narrow, slick, bridges. Well, about fifteen minutes into my dissection, I burst a gut.

“You need to have some control. Your diet is horrible. I wish you could see yourself eating. Your plate might as well be a trough.” There now I’ve gone and done it, I thought to myself. The little devil in me was all smiles. When we pulled into the driveway; she leapt out.

the car door
slams rattling the glass:
eyes wet as rain glass 

It only felt good for a moment. It was true; she did deserve the comment. She’d felt free to butcher me, but, it was wrong to try to hurt her. The momentary release, which felt so good, has given us months of anguish. 


9/3/14



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Yesterday's Joys

The Old Refrain

Where have they gone, the simple days of old?
Though filled with toil, their melody was sweet—
A blending of the common joys that hold
That special place in memory's retreat:
Warm home fires burning, families gathered close,
The day chores done, the evening shared with zest,
That tranquil peace that hovered to disclose
Life's humble ways and means were surely best.

But now the complex song of modern man
So filled with discord drowning out the good
Of basic joys inherent in life's plan,
Makes happiness a gift misunderstood.

And why must progress hush the old refrain
To play this frantic tune we so disdain?

© Sandra M. Haight 2014 
   All Rights Reserved

~4th Place~
Contest: Pick a Title: Yesterday’s Joys
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

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I Know YOU from My Dream

Dreaming quite deeply one dark night
I saw your image and most beautiful face
Passionately kissing my soul and spirit
Charming my innermost desires and wishes
Beguiling my inner child making him smile
Soothing my feelings capturing my emotions
Mesmerizing me with unconditional love

This dream stayed with me on many lonely
Nights for at least over a year or so while
Leaving me to awaken feeling very happy
But also so very sad only seeing YOU . . .
As a dream and a part of my unconscious self
Yet I longed and longed so deeply to see
And to meet and to love the real YOU . . .

And then one day about two years removed
From my recurring dreams of YOU . . .
I was walking along a beautiful ocean beach 
And watching the waves break and come ashore 
Feeling the warm summer wind touching me
Quite soothingly and enticing me most deliciously
When I walked literally and directly into YOU!

Upon on this event, we both stopped in our tracks
At first surprised, then stunned, and not talking
Then our mutual surprise and astonishment
Quickly gave way to warm smiles and laughter
And then YOU said to me: “Where have you been?”
Your question said it all to me—my heart melted
And I said: “I’ve always been with you my darling!”

Call it Fate . . . Call it Destiny . . . Call it Karma
Both us had been dream beings to one another
And now we’re standing in front of each other
Very real, very alive, and very much in love
Personifying at once giddy star-struck lovers
Whose very spirits and souls are united as ONE . . .
We embraced passionately and kissed longingly

As we embraced—it was as though time stood still . . .
Our mutual dream worlds connected in this real world
And the effect of this moment finding each other finally
Was both quite overwhelming and intoxicating for us
As our mutual fondness, desire, love—all there
As we kissed and caressed so deeply with desire
Our joyous eye contact and tears confirmed all

We sat for hours on the beach entranced in our
Own world of rapture, devotion, presence and passion
While talking, caressing, kissing, smiling and laughing 
And learning so much of each other so fast so deeply
And Never Ever wanting to leave each other’s side now 
Our souls crossed a millennium or more to find one another
And to unite our human spirits as one on this cosmic Earth plane 

I never expected to meet my love, my soul mate—YOU!
In such an improbable fashion, yet crossing deep space and time 
We found our souls bonded in love and blended into one
Our real lives together now filled with unbridled passion
And our goals, desires, emotions all cascading together as one 
And now at night as we lie together sleeping and dreaming
Our lives, our souls, and our love all real—since I found YOU!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, 
Germany (October 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)

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Think Kindly

Do you know what it feels like
The moment when love strikes
Did you feel the beat of my heart
Did you love me from the start

The days of walks in the park
The slow dances in the dark
The passionate kisses you gave
Faithfully to you,  I was a slave

I looked at you and saw paradise
I was in your trance, hypnotized
When all your breath was lost
Then did our love start to frost

I gave to you all my love, so freely
When you remember me, think kindly





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Beyond The Distance

 
Words like whispers electrify my soul, 
Recharging me from the outside, making me whole. 

Your mysterious melody soothes me to sleep, 
In my dreams we share the future we keep. 

Eyes awake to the same twinkling star, 
Miles away, endless, unseemly not so far. 

Your words, soft caresses, I need to hear, 
No need to hide, I read you loud and clear. 

The sweetest touch that I have never felt, 
We play the fate that we have been dealt. 

Oh the enchantment of your poetic embrace. 
Takes me to this fantastic fantasy of a place. 

Spirit strong and sure, a heart of purity like snow. 
You comfort me in tenderness, blessings you bestow. 

I feel your passion for the passion of the purest kind. 
When I read your words, inspiration I do find. 

My friend, beyond the distance, I feel complete. 
For in the night you have swept me off of my feet. 
 
The winds of change have blown you to me.
Blinded by this world you have let me see.

A passion for this life, happiness you bring to all.
I hear it in your whispers, I hear it in your call.

Yesterday left in the past, tomorrow brings hope.
You've allowed me to survive, allowed me to cope.

Hugs and kisses you give to me aren't enough.
You've made this weak man tough.

No pressure to perform, no pressure to impress.
Words we express, relieving all the stress. 

Words do inspire, your words are divine.
I'll follow you until the end of time.

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Concrete Bed

The sun is beating down upon my head
Still trying to sleep on my concrete bed
Angry birds are pecking down at my feet
Looking for a tiny morsel of food to eat

My sick head is pounding, I need a drink
Without it, I can't function, I can't think
My pockets are empty not a dime to my name
I'll have to go hustle for I haven't any shame

I'll beg and I'll plead for all your loose change
Not caring that I'm smelly or kind of strange
The only goal I have is to get one pint of gin
I'd sell my soul to the devil or commit any sin

Once I have that possession I'll be all right
Numbing my senses all throughout the night
No demons telling me I'm doing it wrong
For with my addiction my feeling is strong

My head may be wounded but my soul's still intact 
Just leave me alone, my heart has been attacked


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rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland

rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland— 
a blanket white unfolds with pure hope and love
melting snowflakes on such a clear blue ocean
lying on the edge of a world that’s very scared 

while inside this mindset unfolds a radiant light 
sun shining buttercup of such special rare beauty 
in every little thing and precious detail which ever
so sweetly draws me to you my love, my darling

even the sound of your soft voice echoes on
inside with such mellifluous golden whispers 
sweetly enhancing the very music you sing 
to me which plays magic tricks so enchanting 

and hypnotizing my very soul while stealing 
my heart away and bringing me under your
spell and the softness of your wonder and love
both so overwhelming and intoxicating so fully

with this our mutual joy and love so deep and
so rare makes our time together seem so endless 
my love for you are so special and so right that I 
must pinch myself at times to see if all this is real

and so, rising from out of this cold frozen wasteland—
our mutual spirits, souls, and emotions are now ONE
my very special enchantress since fate and love has 
put us ONE on the edge of a world that’s very scared

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 20, 2014) 
(Free Verse poetic format)