Best Emotionally Poems

sitting and pondering
drifting into a
silent reverie

but sometimes
solitude is a fragile shield 
against ignorant perceptions
leading to somber conclusions

demonic voices act 
like harbingers
predicting doom

innocent eyes
plagued into a trance
become emotionally numb
watching the world go by

invisible tears
suppress pain 
with time 
struggling to eliminate 
predictable outcomes

suffering signs of sorrow
go unnoticed...

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Emotionally,
a wordsmith, caregiver, plant tender, embroiderer;
enjoy studying esoteric astrology, being in nature and dancing,
daydream of owning land, living remotely, publishing.
Sadness lives in me over global greed, power thirst, cruelty,
I fear Burger King's king, public speaking, being alone when old;
wish I could promote self-love, peace and...

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I'm emotionally unstable. 
No guy should ever try me. 
With my kind of temperament 
 I will only leave their hearts bleeding.
 I'm a heart breaker and I just want to admit my problem. 
 They won't know what hit them once they get a...

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I tilt my head then close my eyes
To take the breath that leads to sighs
Sensing your heartbeat in sync with mine
I adore the love
That feels so divine
I imagine the ways that come to mind
How two hearts could beat 
Harmoniously all the time
Then send those feelings
With...

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.Give me extra strength, to the love in my heart
to deal with absence,when we are apart
the distance be close,but feelings so strong
i don`t care who says what`s right and what`s wrong.

For i am intact with emotional ties
the little things in life,do make me cry
aswell as...

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There's a special place
        a private sanctuary
          haven just for us
where I know your every thought
     and you know all of mine

   ...

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If a high way have lights for every turn wait

Let one straighten out the mirror to catch to be asserted, 

For in steady take a ceramic a tool a instrument to craft to be of moder, 

Modern day living who's counting minutes? 
(Drip)  

Truthfully...

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© Francis Maugo
 Try not to trust my words;
they're lies that I manufacture to
project an ideal life and
persuade you I'm OK.

Try not to believe my words
For I was once enslaved into 
Drinking and drugs.
Furthermore, the isolation
I received from my fellow
Teaching staffs, the excommunication
Stigmatization was the...

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I don’t let you know me
I’m mighty too scared
There’s just too much stuff here
That can never be shared
The demons of darkness
They ravish my soul
They steal all my pleasures
They wrap me in coals
They hold me their prisoner
And torment my mind
They fill me with memories
They make me...

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I'm shutting myself down emotionally
I'll stay on the sidelines and watch you do your thing
I don't wanna blow my whistle 
Just play like the game has no rules
I'll put the scores on the billboard
How many times that thing called LOVE failed me
If anyone asks you...

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Pressure compounding on the center of my chest 
One weight that I cannot lift 
Physically strong but emotionally out of shape 
The cool breeze of the night air kisses my neck, 
The spec of hope during the hard times 
Silver lining in the Raider's Jacket...

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Me and my friend Spider
went out for a spin in a glider.
We stopped off for crisps and cider,
then off to the shops
where I bought him some tops
and four pairs of shoes for a fiver...

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I am emotionally dead
I can’t feel love, 
I just feel lead
There is no place for me to go
There is no hope left
The darkness inside me
It envelopes me
I cry
And long for
I wish
But there is nothing there
My heart aches
My mind remembers
My being is so low
Will it ever...

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Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I (a socially withdrawn *****Sapiens) 
groveled along (on a secret Msn)
along boulevard of broken dreams,
whereby yours truly forced to eat...

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On this fine chilled day I find myself writing, not pouring a sad heart on this canvas, but sharing my joy with the world, there may not be a sad deep meaning, but these are days to be cherished! Sitting yelling opa with family and...

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