Best Emotional Poems
Why should I let you know
my emotional geography?
Where does that valley of pain lie surrounded by
the foggy mountains of unwinged desires?
From where those tearful rivers start their journey
meeting at the ocean of sorrow?
How in a gloomy evening the veil of twilight
weeps over its own reflection below?
And some melancholy engulfs me whispering
in my ear a sorrowful melody?
Tell me,why should I?
© 2011
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Under the storm clouds
the rain starts to
wash away
Creating streams
that carve through earth
and broken stone.
Sometimes everything
has to be
eroded and
worn away
so you can find
the solid ground
that was there
all along.
Sometimes it takes
a heavy downpour
to reveal that
small, clear
and steady
spring of peace
within your heart.
Sometimes with
the splintered remains
of the old bridge
you've crossed before,
someone has crafted
something new
from the weathered wood
of your own story.
You are not drowning
you are learning to swim.
They never saw me—not really.
Only the outline I traced in the halls,
A whisper of denim and shy glances,
A ghost who smiled too politely.
They passed notes like grenades,
Laughed too loudly
When the silence was breaking me.
I wore their words like a second skin—
Tight, blistering,
But invisible to them.
You asked if I was okay once—
But your eyes flicked away
Before the truth had a chance to crawl out.
Still,
That was kind,
Compared to the others
Who carved their stories into my name
Without ever asking for mine.
I screamed,
But only inside,
Where echoes get lost
In the ribcage's corners.
And when I disappeared,
They asked,
“Why didn’t she say something?”
As if silence isn’t something we’re taught
By the ones who pretend
They’re listening.
I remember when your laughter
Was a light across the floor—
Sun spilling from your mouth,
Feet dancing through the door.
But now the house is quiet,
And your eyes don’t meet mine.
You sit, unmoving, breathing,
Like a clock that lost its time.
I nudge your hand in silence,
Bring my leash, then bring it back,
But you just stare through windows,
Watching days fade into black.
So I lie beside your shadow,
My nose against your knee,
And listen to your heartbeat
Like it’s whispering to me.
I don’t know all your sorrows,
Just the weight they leave behind.
But I can curl against the ache
You’re too tired now to find.
I’ll guard you through the midnight,
I’ll stay when morning breaks.
Even if you never move,
I'll never walk away.
The bowl sits empty longer,
The walks are few and slow.
I wait beside the doorway
For a world you used to know.
I miss the fields, the laughter,
The trails we used to roam—
But more than all the running,
I just want you to come home.
You feed me though your hands shake,
You speak though words are few.
And though I can't fix broken things,
I’ll share what's left with you.
So take your time, my human.
I'll wait here—soft and still.
For when you're ready to return,
I’ll love you harder still.
star-swept with
soft blushing blooms ...
this slow sink ,
swathes my henna heart
with deep mauve hues ...
as I fall into the frostbitten lake
mispronouncing ~
the marmoris of metaphors
that were meant
to burn with magic ,
where the soulmate of poetry
breaks within the tears of sunset ~
sipping sighs of sorrow
from the crystal sky ,
that leaks loneliness
through the cracks of
liquid lilacs and lavender light ,
because there seems to be
no translation for the
language of love
that weaves woes
from warm wisteria
instead of blossoming
in coffee-scented chiffons
moulded into origami orchids ~
without any creases
and I wear no name
in the absence
of your ablaze august ashes …
read me swiftly
orchestrating in
the blackcurrant tattoos
breathing ... in tributaries
stretching to
the silent traces of trauma ,
twinkling with
turquoise and turpentine
for, I am not alive ~
but the seas still crash
the swollen shadows in my ribs ,
kissing the fallen sun …
that ebbs and flows …
through violets
of vaporising violas
like an incensed inferno ,
uncensored with ultraviolence
escaping the delirious doom
within driftwood dreams …
I want you ~
to not speak to me
so in affection
in this sparkling satanic siesta,
because poetry
has forevermore been
my saviour and my slaughterer ~
that leaves me …
drifting with the flow ,
in exile … evermore …
chained with
moonstone cobwebs
of confused consciousness
and conversing cryptics ~
befogged with gaslit goldens
laced with forest greens,
where verses wander
like a villain ,
withering
in emeralds …
listen, O velvet ink,
longing to be
r e
s c u
e d …
#pen
"ADHD"
In the still of the night,
my thoughts are racing
and need erasing.
All I have to do is use my pen,
then the art of writing begins,
the thoughts become silent.
Flowing words onto paper is reliant!
It helps me hide from ADHD for awhile,
It shows in my face with a sincere smile.
#SacredInkedBlood
Oh my darling the news is so bleak
I saw the consultant only last week
Perhaps we better start making plans
See the vicar; hear the wedding banns
All I’ve ever wanted was to be your wife
For better for worse, through trouble and strife
The consultant confirmed I’ll not last the year
Oh kiss me my darling; just hold me so near
Wedding plans float around in my head
My dying wish is that we should wed
Time's running out so we mustn’t linger
I need your wedding ring on my finger
A simple service, just as quiet as can be
All I ask my darling is that you stand by me
01~14~ 2015
Got such sharp pain in my heart,
feels like it will never go away
I'm dying on the inside,
sadness eating at my soul like a cancer
Boxes full of tissues,
empty bed is missing you
Toss and turn every night,
under the covers, I witness
my wasting away life
Shocked by your sudden disappearance,
traumatized by your mysterious vanishing
You made a move so unusually cruel ...
didn't even tell me that our love got stalled
at a relationship railroad crossing
This train wreck wasn't no accident,
to Occupant is where your Dear Joan got sent
Letter said embryonic love died with no name;
no need to cry, no one's to blame
Nine months later, I still ain't the same
I'm filled with shame, baby, only shame
If I didn't do anything wrong,
why ain't my health getting right
Simply put me out of my misery,
got the pox of tears since we parted company
Doctor says I'm in critical danger,
recommends emotional euthanasia
Painless injection to the heart,
gonna make all my hurt go away
Expected from you a sympathy card,
don't hold your breath my friends they say
Now I'm so desensitized,
can't seem to form feelings anymore
When I see someone who looks like you,
I just weakly smile and turn away
It's hard to distinguish blue from gray,
guess that's the side effects still pumping through
Should feel something, at least be a little sore ...
nah, no red eyes,
every tear duct is dried
What's the point in being alive,
when you have emotionally died
Feeling lost, in an emotional maze,
anxiety saps both body and soul;
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Staring deep into your eyes, in a daze,
I lament the innocence that time stole:
feeling lost, in an emotional maze.
Impressed by flattery's flamboyant ways,
I ignore reality's costly toll:
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Bullied by deceit and the tricks lust plays,
I cling to whatever makes me feel whole:
feeling lost, in an emotional maze.
A pyre of doubts can't rekindle love's blaze,
lodged deep in my heart like a lump of coal:
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Tangled in a web of lies and clichés:
I admonish trust, regretting its role.
Feeling lost, in an emotional maze:
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
old tigers from dens
waiting to come out of sleep
for Valentines kiss
old tigresses fear
emotional utterance
may be played again
Wish you all P.S. friends Happy Valentines Day, enjoy
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^As I got up out of my bed today,
I had a thought that won’t go away.
I looked out the window to see sunny skies,
I´m sure that the smile, showed in my eyes.
So I’ll start today with joy not with sorrow,
Because we are not promised tomorrow.
As I showered and shaved and went to the loo,
My thoughts turned, to what I should do.
I could just have a lazy day, after all it’s Saturday,
But that’s not me, it’s not my way.
For each day we wake is a new blessing,
Life is for living, so I’m not messing.
It’s world cup time, so I could watch TV,
A game or two, or even three.
But if I watched three I would feel guilty,
I want to feel like the world still needs me.
So I try to achieve something everyday,
Even if it’s in my own small way.
I call a friend to see that she is OK
We chat for a while, and I hear her say,
She’s doing fine but I could hear that she’s not well
Something in her voice, Somethings wrong I could tell.
So we arrange later to get together,
A coffee a beer or lunch or whatever
So we meet at one and as I arrive,
She rushes to hug me, with tears in her eyes.
After a minute, she says she is fine,
An hour passes then she tells me what’s on her mind.
She has been to the doctor, only to find,
Her days are numbered, it’s the end of the line.
What can I do, what can I say?
I try to console her, in my own way.
I tell her to take it one day at a time,
I will be with her, it will be fine.
It’s hard to take, as I have cancer too
Let’s just have some fun, just me and you.
We start making plans of things to do,
places to visit and some people too.
I am trying to hide my emotions pretend I’m okay,
She see straight through me, then I hear her say.
It will be okay, if you stand by me,
She is smiling now, and that’s great to see.
Hours go by as we sit and talk
It’s about five o’clock, we decide to walk.
After a bit she wants to rest for a while,
Her head on my shoulder, both with a smile.
Sitting admiring the wonderful views,
Right there and then, my friend I did loose.
She never woke up, again from that place,
Now weeks later there’s a smile on my face.
Because she went with a smile, not with sorrow.
She knew that we are not promised tomorrow.
It makes me feel proud to have been her friend,
To have been with her, up to the very end.
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
accepting the distain
of all that became
there's sincerity in shame
dim's the only pressing view
fog covers through and through
empty in the reach for you
breathing in a quaint defeat
the scent of hope's subtle retreat
familiar gloom sets on both feet
wounded spirit, rest once more
with mended wings in time you'll soar
crafted through divine weaving
these thoughts are just deceiving
your maker's form will hold
and once again you'll be made bold
purified in the flame
cleansed in the rain
finding beauty in the pain
If you draw your child away from normal play, activities and behaviour
By forcing them to lie about their true desires,
Then where’s the love?
My darling
Time is no longer on our side
Since your car crash we have no money
For you are no longer able to work
If I can’t find a job I may have to go on the run
The debts are piling up so high they almost reach the sky
Brain damage has taken its toll on you
I wish you were able to speak to me
But all as long as you can still breathe …
That is the most important thing
I still visit you every day
Talking to you about our once happy life
Trying to jog your memory
Do you remember the time we saw the total eclipse
Together we saw the dark side of the moon
Oh what memories it conjures up
Don’t give up the fight
It’s not your time to go to the great gig in the sky
Babe, its you and me not us and them
If you should leave me my darling
I will remember your request …
No black at your funeral
You said wear any colour you like
No matter what happens I will love your forever
Contest:- Album Tracks Tell Stories
Sponsor:- James Fraser
18th August 2015
Album 1 chosen ~ Dark Side of the Moon – Pink Floyd
TRACKS used: Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run, Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, Money, Us and Them, Any Color You Like, Brain Damage, Eclipse
The voices grow louder,
Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word.
My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind,
How does such hostility exist?
As the sound of hatred deepens,
The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice,
So tight, I can no longer breathe
All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me,
Threatening to overflow.
So long have they been banished…
Enough. No more!
My mouth opens,
An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence,
Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body,
Murderous shrieks of anger and hate,
Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing,
Poison the air.
Now, free of these emotions.
But the monster still exists
Within the dark depths of my mind.