Best Feeing Poems
Believe
You told me you loved me.
I foolishly believed you.
I fell for you, like never before
I believed you loved me.
I shouldn’t have, because you
Left me forever, all alone.
You left me,
Broken without you.
Feeing like I was not enough, for anyone.
You wanted more,
Than I could give you.
My affection was all I could give.
I wouldn’t give it to someone
Who wouldn’t care, like you.
Love is all I can give.
One day, I will believe in love.
It won’t be someone like you.
I will wait for the man who will love
Me no matter what I chose to give.
As unprecedented weather
sweeps across the freezing land
my thoughts and heart goes out
to every woman child and man
To all soupers who are feeing the colds
chilling bite
after seeing the terrible pictures on TV
I pray you all be safe
both day and night.
Please spare a thought
for the old
for the ones on the streets without a home
Help them to keep warm have food
and make them not feel so alone.
One thing I do know about Americans
you pull together in a crisis well
praise to you and medical staff
and rescue workers who risk their live's for others
I wish them well.
''One extreme to another. as America freezes. Australia has record high temperatures of hot weather.
My thoughts and prayers are with them too. and hope they get no more bush fires.''
Peter Dome.copyright.2014 Jan
Through those times of madness
When I've no more energy to fight
When I've that feeling of emptiness
You bring me up to the highest height
When ever I'm drowning in loneliness
And every day is just black and white
When ever I'm in times of sadness
The day dreary, your my guiding light
But you did always believe in happiness
Every one feeing happy, feeling all right
Was that perhaps your thoughtfulness
A visionary who always had great insight
Then you did have such an awareness i
The memory of you here day and night
Like when ever I'm in times of darkness
And I can't see, you are my guiding light
I don't know wThis was also inspierd by an old song we we sang at school
here I was going with this write the words guiding light
Took from a poem I wrote called someone back in 2004
Trying to keep pattern as did with others such as WONDERER ,KALIDOSCOPE,SORROW,ECT
this poem guiding light is a tribute to a friend I lost tragicly back in september 1993
someone like no other she was GUIDING LIGHT iM REFERING TO HER SPIRIT THAT LVES ON
AND GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,written by myself DAVID SCOTT JUNE JULY 2012
We are at times so comfortable with saying the wrong things.
Looking into your partner eyes, directly telling lies of I Love You.
Smooth, believable, without the passion that lovers should have.
Nothing to back up the facts of actually LOVE.
We are not living in a dream world where no one can get hurt from the very words of I Love You; it’s so easy to say I hate you in a relationship, it matters the most. Truth behind the meaning. Seeing could be worst than feeing.
Living 2 different worlds
Hurtful words exchanged; blame falls on each other.
Years after, what changed, when Love was the world, the foundation for relationships?
You loved me yesterday, today you hate the sight of me, you hate my voice, you hate my soft touches and can’t stand to be in the same room with me.
The compassion to fight for love doesn't have a pulse.
Flat lines just like the most beautiful song, sung wrong
What have I become to you?
Where’s the Love that was so strong?
What’s wrong?
Arguments turn brutal; heated Hate took control, can’t be the proof of love that we once had and proud of.
We are expected to move on when we can so easily take love form each other.
Love is questioned, what if we Love the Hate Relationships, only to obtain and fulfil our own needs? A selfish type of Love.
THIS IS A PARODY
Ding Dong Bell.
Nations not feeing well?
Get shots of endless boosters!
You will crow and be a sick rooster.
Calling for death of those who don’t!
Their choice stolen, by Mandate, the
Power Goat!!
12/5/2022
*Not for a contest*
Through those times of madness
When I've no more energy to fight
When I've that feeling of emptiness
You bring me up to the hieist height
When ever I'm drowning in loneliness
And every day is just black and white
When ever I'm in time's of sadness
You make every day shine so bright
But you always belie din happiness
Every one feeing happy, feeling all right
Was that perhaps your thoughtfulness
A visionary who always had great insight
But you always had such an awareness
The memory of you here day and night
Like when ever I'm in time's of darkness
And I can't see, you are my guiding light
I dont know where I was going with this write the words guiding light
Took from a poem I wrote called someone back in 2004
This was also inspierd by an old song we we sang at school
Trying to keep pattern as did with others such as WONDERER ,KALIDOSCOPE,SORROW,ECT
this poem guiding light is a tribute to a friend I lost tragicly back in september 1993
someone like no other she was GUIDING LIGHT iM REFERING TO HER SPIRIT THAT LVES ON
AND GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,written by myself DAVID SCOTT JUNE JULY 2012
note did tweek a little switching words verses round but still same
just thought in better context,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
we are now together
we exchanged our heart
with each other
we truly love
one another
with patience and little fear...
but O my dear..
are we here..?
I think no...
I too am burning
in the same fire
I am just learning
the way to love, from you
and I am not a liar
we are in love
and out of this world
far away from loneliness
even though we live
among people of mind curled
I am preparing myself
to fulfil all your needs
you don't know yourself
that I am feeing guilty
for all my bad deeds
my deeds that hurt you
that brought tears in your eyes
but O my dear! I love you
and for you I can even wait
sitting up above the SKIES
"MYRIAD OF POETIC DISTINCTION"
By Tom Edward Douglas Johnson
(Please note lack of punctuation is intentional…)
swimming in the ocean always invites a certain potion but not one that you drink just more one that makes you think feel and act or is it react to a feeing that it brings around like the sound that was found in the sea where he and she whispered softly "i am awake, so take what i give and give what i take…"
impress my touch with love and such a beauty that's almost beyond words that cannot be spoken but more awoken inside a mind so true with words just for you of all colours not just blue which originally made you feel depressed but now it's touch impressed…
i had a realisation that an abbreviation of my experience would also limit my desire like throwing water on the fire and unlike a bird on a wire i won't tire for i feel it is time to show every sign like displaying a straight line…it is then we'll all feel fine at the end of this rhyme…
it is time to design the sublime rhyme which will surpass anyone still on their **** and living in the past and perhaps invite them to be fast in deciding slowly but surely rich in sense not poorly…for i do not care so much about money i just want the bees and honey returned to the deserving whilst my team is definitely reserving the truth that needed preserving all these years that have erased all the fears and even the tears…so do come in if you too desire to win the race that will deny the chase and know my mansion will provide enough space to count every face…
i try to be useful every day for if i give in to the only way that appears then another way clears and chases away all my fears so i see what is in front of me and was all this time but i now see each sign as a way to keep what i have and what there is to gain for i will never be the same and in a world seemingly insane i know my aim is to reframe a negative experience that i had to turn it into one that makes me glad…
To Be Continued...
There’s nothing as sweet as the sound of silence.
Nothing is as deep as the valley of mute.
There’s nothing as fragrant as the aura of the wise one,
Whose tongue is silent as danger looms.
There’s nowhere as serene as this place that’s soundless
Or kisses so sweet as the ones from the voiceless.
A shadow of the noise, a glimpse out of madness.
A cool shaded place where my heart has found rest.
There’s nothing as soothing and calm as the voice of silence.
This thing that nurses my sanity to health,
And keeps my heart from being restless
No matter how crazy it is that life gets.
My heart soars in the bliss of the silence.
My soul marvels at this nothing’s tune.
This thing that takes away my madness,
And keeps me walking around feeing cool.
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The sent of a woman is like fine incense
feeing our heads with romantic thoughts
creating feelings so strong and tense
the simple curves enticing us so
driving us mad with rapid thoughts
the way women talk and smile
for that pleasure we would run a mile
The embrace of a woman is like fine silk
the creamy soft skin similar to milk
the way they walk on leggs so strong
grabs men attention from beginning to end
to tempt us so is never wrong
to hear a woman breathe is like a song
a chime in our head like a gong
The smile of a woman is like heaven
only the good deserve it
only strong will receive it
trust me brother if you fail to believe it
you will never touch heaven on earth
Christmas is nearly here
Santa is feeding the reindeer
They are getting nice and sleek
Almost ready for next week
Rudolph is checking the route
The others are feeing left out
Dasher wants to be king
Dancer would like to be able to sing
Prancer has all the moves
Vixen is polishing her hooves
Comet is learning to read
Cupid wants to be in the lead
Doner is getting too fat
Blitzen decided to wear a hat
The elves have worked themselves into a tizzy
In fact they are quite dizzy
Santa has gained too much weight
He's going to make his deliveries late
Mrs. Santa has it all under her command
And everything will be delivered all over the land
red
an inbetween of hate
and lust
red
like your sheets
and hair
red
walking together under dim street lights
and auburn skies
red
staying in your bed for days
and still feeing lonely
red
speaking mistakefully while screaming at each other
and hoping youll leave this time
red
an inbetween of hate
and lust
She sits quietly by her window each and everyday
She watches the big, yellow bus pass her house and she begins to pray
She carries on throughout the day feeing joy and feeling pain,
She longs to gaze upon a caring face and share a smile maybe an embrace
She dears to dream of the things she wants to pursue
But in her countless failed attempts and fiery malevolence she wonders what to do
If only she could show them, if only they could hear
Jane would break her bubble of fear and show them she's here
Although, sadly for little Jane; she's too delicate for this harsh and bitter earth.
They'd outcast her and taunt her of the things she isn't worth
Because to the eyes of the ordinary Jane would be a freak
They'd rip her soul to shreds and throw her to the curb before she'd even speak
For in the eyes of people like you and I, Jane is our angel from the sky
She's a reminder with golden wings that perches in our hearts until the day we die
She'll be known for her eternal skin battle and enclosed life that she suffered through, but
wished to rule
But this is the true and wicked reason why little Jane can't go to school.
By: Anais Pouladi
Keep wasting the years
Spilling blood to appease your fears
Lost in this material plain
You're constantly trying to gain
Objects with no meaning
and no ryhme
Empathy
I wonder what that means
Aren't we all just machines
Doing the bidding of our master
Daily routines
embedded into you forever
The time for escape is coming
You need only start running
Break loose from the pack
Make your own rules
Live by your own means
The herd is not your rightful home
Feel no regret
Even as you rest in your tomb
For you'll not be truly dead yet
Molded into their shell
They breed a mindless army
Fashioned in stupidity
Feeing their control
Thoughtless they continue this life
People kept in line
by the edge of a knife
Faith is like the light of the moon at night
Yesterday was filled with sunshine
Its warmth upon my shoulders
Its caress upon my rosy cheeks,
Evoking in its memory a tender smile.
Yesteryear’s innocence of a child
The closeness of a familiar shelter
Content upon my face, of peace
That even night allowed no fright.
As I stepped out to the open skies
Facing an unfamiliar world
The chill of the wind prompted me to seek
Refuge within my trembling frame and hide.
Looks furtive, voices gone quiet
Streaks of clouds silently entered
The sun, hidden, at times still peeked
Slowly falling, wishing sleep, tired.
Expecting total darkness, felt fright
Feeing lost, not sure where to turn
Sudden tears upon pale cheeks
Raising eyes in plea, just to see the moonlight.
Thankful for its protection, easing smile
Upon my face in renewed faith, a shelter
Brilliant light to help the path to keep
Until I can come to greet again the sunrise.
By CarolineCécile
Nov. 11, 2008.