Best Emotional Poems


My Emotional Geography

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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Premium Member The Rain of Self-Forgiveness

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.

Echoes in the Locker Room

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.
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Your Shadow With A Tail

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.

Premium Member Slow Sink

 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 …

Adhd

#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


Premium Member Stand By Me - Emotional Write

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

Emotional Euthanasia

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

Premium Member An Emotional Maze

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.

Emotional Utterance

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

               For Contest: 101 in a ROW contest -5
               Sponsored by: PD
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We Are Not Promised Tomorrow

^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.
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Beauty In Pain

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

Emotional Abuse

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?

Premium Member Please Don'T Leave Me - Emotional Write - Dark Side of the Moon For Contest

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

Emotional Turbulence

 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.

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