Best Emotional Roller Coaster Poems
A strong and new friendship was born at the cancer clinic
Both cry, they had lost the driving force to look forward
The pleasure of a long life and everything they had planned for the future
Hopes and longings ... lost dreams like the shadow of the snake in paradise
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
Everyday life is characterized by grief but also joy
They knew how precious this friendship was //
They talk about everything, even what has never been told before
Like two burning lights that become one
Dealing with the strongest storms ... incoming waves that wrap
Emotional support and confidence in death's waiting room
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
The inkhouse at the writing desk, the tears turn black
They do not have time to wait, see if the wounds will grow //
Life before and after diagnosed cancer of the pancreas
Uncontrolled cell growth, the most dangerous cancer
There are many emotions, thoughts and reactions
A journey separating the road from the deep mountains
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
Anxiety, the treatment is tough, they both know it
An emotional roller coaster, they both spin //
Brothers without blood tie, neither the same mother or father
The last journey was planned without luggage
Two young men, the youngest 28 and the oldest 32
I know, because I followed them as a nurse at hospital
// Brotherhood, together they were strong
Every day they fight a fight
"Light a candle for us tonight, nurse Ann"
A small wish in meaningless battle that eventually ends with a loss //
~ ~ ~
Listen ... clear clinking from heavy keys,
on the other side of the door
The angels are waiting
The pain disappeared
The sun went down
Rest in peace
Amen
12.03.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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1st place in the contest
Voices Behind the Radio
I have chosen to be a dispatcher, working hard to save a life
It is our job to obtain the information from the chaos and the strife.
We do our best to get the location, and the nature of the call
Each call is always different. Sometime we cannot obtain it all.
A patient not breathing, a burglary, or a traffic accident could be the call
We ride the emotional roller coaster, remaining calm throughout it all.
We give instructions to the caller, while keeping them on the phone
Re-assuring help is on the way, and that they are not alone.
With the units enroute, caller still on the phone, we add notes to the call.
We never withhold information obtained, we gladly provide it all.
The Officer needs the address again, the Fire Chief more units to staging
The Medic the nature of the call, it is our job to keep updating.
When we hang up the phone we have done our job, our units are all Code-4
The calls can be overwhelming at times, Sometimes we would like to run out the door.
We have to be ready for that next call, Police, Fire, or EMS
We rely on our training as we strive to do our best.
We ride with you in your Police Cars, Fire Trucks, and Ambulances to each call
We are the lifeline that sends you out each time, and wants you safe throughout it all.
We are usually the face of the department, and the first to be left out
Those faceless voices behind the radio, you depend on without a doubt.
Thomas Nedzbala
Arizona
©2014
I’m livin’ the reality as fantasies haunt me
With butterfly thoughts like fantasies serene
The reality I’m livin’ is so overwhelming
So let the truth hurt while I live in this fantasy
So Imma live with Wonka in the chocolate factory
Reality’s incomplete as it kneels down on one knee
Proposing to me at a chance on life
But fantasy in my ear beggin’ me to be wife
I’m on this emotional roller coaster with reality
Tryin’ to face myths of “ The Fantasy Extreme”
Extremities of fantasies read the thoughts of my body
As reality sinks in consuming my soul’s mind….legally probably
I dream with fantasy only to wake up to reality
They say in reality dreams come true at the scene
But I wonder if they know that fantasy fulfills my lustful needs
When reality is boring and I just don’t wanna dream
So I guess since fantasy is fiction I can’t do nothin’ with it…
I’ll just keep writing on this path of Non-fiction
Cause at least with reality…when I speak…you listen
Written by Aleasha Martin
Words run a race
Inside my head
My heart quickens pace
Inside my chest
This roller-coaster brings no thrill
To my emotional state
My thoughts run fast but I stand still
In these hectic days
Don’t fall in love with a poet.
By Jude Kyrie
I look into your trusting beautiful eyes.
You are so lovely so gentle and loving.
I wonder if you know yet
you will leave me.
For you are playing
with a tinder box.
And I am a gallon of gasoline.
The fire is inevitable.
You will find out there
A man who is gentle
with a loving heart
He will see only
the beauty in you.
You will have become
tired of my poetry
The emotional roller coaster
I choose to live on.
Weary of the poets afflictions
for red wine and infidelity.
You will fall into his bed
and he will welcome you.
Into his much stronger arms
than mine can ever be.
I shall return
to writing love poems
Poems that are
real to my heart
But to a woman
that cannot ever exist.
I shall frequent
the slam bars of the city.
And sleep with
the women who think its
Romantic to bed a poet.
Yet never ask
my last name.
So strike your tinder box.
Create a spark.
Save yourself
as I ignite into
flames before you.
I knelt down and did up her zipper -
Mum struggles with her sight you see
She kissed me gently on the top of my head
and said
‘things I did for you as a child ...
now you do for me’
12th April
The above happened yesterday - I am on massive emotional roller coaster with mum at the moment 3 amazing days and today she’s not so good and I’m struggling with the emotions
HOLDING BACK TEARS
Being a single mother is rarely appreciated,
when it is a very demanding, challenging, complex
responsibility to take on and carry on for years.
Who wants to be a single mother? I chose to.
Couples marry to be together and start a family
and do not think, want divorce or separation.
Yet, couples grow apart, change, unable to adapt
to situations, problems arising in having a family.
So, some ends up being a single mother like me
instead of staying married to a problematic
spouse or in a troublesome, exasperating, taxing
relationship, not a good example for the children.
Single parenting is very difficult for it is physically,
emotionally, mentally draining, exhausting. Tough!
You just bite the bullet and keep on going, doing the
best you can as the breadwinner and the homemaker.
You are on your own to face whatever comes your way
in maintaining the house, putting food on the table,
the children’s education, teen-agers rebellions or
defiance on top of your own emotional roller coaster.
Yet, you show a poker face and you hold back tears
for you want the children to know you are strong,
resilient, cannot be broken, being there for them
and will always be there to support and console.
The reality is you are breaking down, falling apart
inside, feeling all alone and holding back tears,
when all you wanted is somebody, someone to hold
you tight and whisper “Everything will be all right”.
I look back on those years of being a single mother,
years of holding back tears that turned my heart
into a stone for when my daughter calls on Father’s
Day telling me “Happy Father’s Day”, I cannot cry.
I cannot even shed a tear of happiness knowing
she regards me as a mother and a father. Charming!
How I wish I could. What happened to my diminutive
heart? Why is it still holding back tears? Don’t know!
8/18/21 This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry
Edward Ibeh
Chose: Holding Back Tears
emotional big dipper
going up and then
speeding down
my mind is in a spin
how did I get here?
I don’t like the face staring back at me
so cheerless
hazel eyes without their shine
a broken mirror
dissimilar views
in between the heartache
and expectant dreams
©311020112005
Of all the lanes we could go down,
Memory Lane may be the most dangerous of all.
If you choose to take a trip down this lane,
There are a few precautions it would be wise to take.
Be prepared for an emotional roller coaster,
Ideally you should start the journey emotionally detached,
With any preconceived ideas left behind,
And take time to visit more than just past wrongs,
It is a journey best postponed if suffering from fuzzy logic
Or Selective memory loss.
Wearing rose tinted glasses may not be a good idea.
Choose wisely any travelling companions.
Avoid alcohol or drugs for 24 hours before starting journey.
If you think the journey down is problematic,
The return journey may be more so.
Checking your baggage before you start back is a must,
As hate and prejudice along with others too numerous to mention,
Are always looking to hitch a ride,
Blame is looking for an easy transfer.
Virtual memories are waiting to be picked up by the unwary.
You should not stop at some places after dark.
If you want to avoid bitterness setting in.
To increase your chances of a successful journey
Down this lane and back.
As with most journeys,
Preparation and having realistic expectations are key,
Along with the right music to set the tone.
And don't forget your sense of fun and a willingness to explore
All that is available.
Him or me? Sweetie who's it gonna be? You have me waiting, anticipating. This
question should not have you hesitating. I've sat back and listened to you explain. Your
need for me but love for "what-his-name?" It should not be so hard for you to decide. For
he keeps you on an emotional roller coaster ride. Take a look back when I was before him.
It's not difficult to comprehend. I was your honey. lover, friend. Just follow your heart and
follow what your body tells you. It's a start when you acknowledge I've never failed you.
Damn-it woman you hold the power. Who do you think about in lonely hours? Who do you
imagine touching you in the shower? You know I'm the one who goes deep. Sweetie you
know my love is unique. You know I'll do what he won't in the bedroom. You know when it
comes to you nothing is sexually taboo.
I'm the one who takes you out on the town. You know I like to go down. You know I'm
far from selfish in bed. Does he wake you up to morning head? Come on don't lie. Does he
gobble, make you hobble after eating your apple pie? Does he keep your kitty on a sexual
high? Does he flip, dip bite into your battleship? He probably see's it as invalid. So I know
he don't toss your salad. Baby you know what I'm about. Does he make you cry out in
ecstacy? When you're with him do you think of me?
Tell me, does he show you public affection? Was he there with you watching "Obama"
win the election? Is he there for you, share with you special moments in life? Will he
sacrifice his career? Does he whisper sweet words in your ear? Does he kiss the tip of your
nose? Surprise you with a rose? Does he massage your feet? Take you out to eat? Does
he make your heart smile? And to comfort you, would he walk a thousand miles? Does he
do these things and then some? No! He's silly and dumb! Always on the run, always on the
go and no! "Attention" he doesn't show! He don't know that I'm the one who understands. I
support your goals and plans. I know you like no other. You don't need advice from your
mother. She even knows I'll catch you if you fall. You know she see's me as her son-n-law.
Continued on pt 2
Note: Spoken word piece. Sometimes ladies you let that best male friend get away and
end up with th wrong man!
Have you ever felt bombarded by yourself, like you can’t help but keep inundating your brains cell with messages that no longer serve you well. Sadly it’s this path you in the past paved, whose entrance and exit still lead to and from hell. It's obvious there are parts of you that you have lost within one of those past versions of yourself. Recently I genuinely feel like Jack and Jill, like I’m falling down an endless hill. Passing all the hurdles I previously overcame while climbing up life’s hill. It’s always an emotional roller coaster, when you take a step back and look down at the sharp turns and loops life has had. I’m just supposed to shut up and sit back. Just be still and zip past without evidence of the goals I reached, limits I surpassed. That ride is evident there was nothing decent in those versions of me I played in the past. Still just expecting the next lead, while I understudy me, the main role for the next cast. Which coincidentally is written and directed by yours truly. The amount of non existing acts I often incorrectly predict, should be a tell tale sign of all of it. I am bombarded, but I am also the cause of it. Accountability is the obligation to accept responsibility. I am accountable for the construction and repairs, but will that start the mend of all the old tracks in there? This is where good ol faith needs to be your best friend, even if it's a challenging mindset to befriend. It takes trials in the past that you overcame, to give you strength and courage in moments of possible future disdain. So thank you for flooding my past paths way. For forcing me to start a new course with more possibilities that outpour positivity within this new brains channel wave.
Being with you is an emotional roller coaster …instability
You circulate my emotions from the heights to the dungeon
my guards are down I own the humility
You are the destroyer of my being, my soul sponge
Being in love with you is my only addiction
Escapades of the heart is uncontrollable
Possessiveness, jealousy, fear of rejection
It’s false evidence, a delusion, complete fiction
I sacrificed everything, now my life takes precedence
Involuntary passion is not consolable
Good bye codependence; hello independence
You love me and then leave me alone
Loving you is not good for me, it’s recklessly wrong
It’s Dysfunctional!!
©2014
STORMS
As vivid as lightening striking a tree, the storms of life possesses me.
My fascination is in my highs and lows.
There are no reasons to feel baffled.
Once the storm starts, issues will unfold.
Your inner being will begin to form.
The storms of life define the saddest love.
*
In a depicter state, she stood.
Her body trembles in the multitude.
A man from across the room, she found, observed her.
She read his lips as he murmured that she had entered the storm.
She knew he wondered what her troubles were.
She sniffed and said I am in love.
The storms of life are an emotional roller coaster.
They will bring many hopes and disappointments.
Brace yourself for the heights because the rush just may take your life.
In a mental-physical world we all live.
When your storm hits, be prepared.
He depicts his own faith.
His keeps his feelings in a mood swing.
He is not out to be depleted emotionally.
He knows his highs and lows.
He capitalizes on his passions.
She hears him sigh.
This is a sign of the storms of life.
He wonders why she stares.
She knows that one, within the near future, will defeat his rages and desires.
The storms of life to him are a nervous breakdown.
Paroxysm is eruditions of the storms of life.
A child in famine cries.
In a mental-physical world, a humanitarian purpose must thrive.
This is because the storms of life are devised.
*
“Thou I walk in the shadows of death, I fear no evil.”
STORMS OF LIFE
___________________________|
PENNED ON JUNE 26, 2014!
Conflicting emotions, twirl inside of me, emotions or anger, rage pain and
insanity
Crying out for release, wondering when it will cease, this raging beast of
conflicting emotions, no love potions, up and down on an emotional roller coaster
Feelings of helplessness and despair, am not aware of the many hats that
I have to wear
Doing what I need to do to survive, just barely alive, does not understand the
contrivance of man, or woman, the sinister appearance of a friend, til the bitter
end
Spread vicious lies and deceit, anger and hurt does not retreat, as I shake
my head in the sadness of despair
Do they care or have to bear the scars of the conflicting emotions, that are
left behind
Anger and rage barely un-controlled, trying to maintain a measure of composure,
exposure to the unbridled truth
Your varnished perception of the truth, may not be truth at all, but it's your call,
to help the fall, or downfall as it were to dissent, because you feel inferior
The hallowed walls of interior, the grappling to make yourself feel better, because
of your inadequacy, you'd have people believe that you are honest and true
Truth not in you, and you have no soul, that's why you are not whole,
and complete within yourself
To make you a better you, you try to be the un-doing of me, a portrayal of
insufficiency
But I will never give in to the conflicting emotions, swirling around like a
ravaging ocean
What you tried to do to me, knock me to my knees, and have me plead
trying to break me, while you do you, will never hold true, and you will one
day rue, what you have spun together in your web of lies
I will not cry, nor will I die, I'll hold my head up high
You can never be the un-doing of me, You can never rattle my faith or shake my
integrity, the way that you have thrust out your hand against me, you cannot
touch me, cause I am whole and you cannot touch my soul
For there is a power higher than you, and you will never break thru
The old adage still forever holds true, and you will one day know,
That you will always reap what you sow
What do I say
That Im okay
Lieing to myself
And others anyways
Emotions caughtup
Aint got no luck
Nothing to hold on to
Right now, it just really sucks
The fact that Im left behind
With no extra time
To think about whether to hold on
Or just let it go and hope everything's fine
All my words caught up
Dont know what to feel
Dont know what to write
Wish it wasnt real
There's always something wrong
That can never be turned right
Just wanna be happy
With love and delight
Too bad
Oh well
Im sad
Cause Ive failed
Myself
My life
My feelings
What's right
Will
I
Make
It
Through
The
Night?