Best Feeling Poems

viscera wound tighter
   than the tightest rubber ball
   never mind bouncing off the walls
   guts like a pinball machine
   an arcade between the ears
   with tilt alarms screaming




02.10.19


For Capture That Emotion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nina...

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in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts

in the complexity of my simple life
i lay eyes swollen wide open
 in the measure of hours set aside for sleep

overwhelmed by recent events
i...

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Cool autumn nights
and warm sweater wishes
Sunset desires
in apricot kisses

November eyes
as sapphires glisten
Echoes of love,
melodic we listen

Shadowy bliss,
neath maple trees swaying
Soft fallen leaves
together we’re laying

Shooting star dreams,
moonlight revealing
You in my arms
there’s no better feeling

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He acts like a friend but it’s a disguise
Spouting God’s word, yet he’s telling lies
On returning he’s now causing trouble
Oh how I’d dearly wish to burst his bubble

He’s climbed to the top of the bigot tree
With nasty comments made for all to see
He removes them...

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When you pack my luggage but won't pack my lunch
When you lock me out I get a hunch
When you put thumb tacks on the bathroom floor
I get the feeling you don't love me no more

I found hair remover in my can of Rogaine
The nail in...

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I open the door
to one of our guest bedrooms
and find her nearly asleep . . .

she who long ago
tucked me into bed each night
when I was such a small child.

Tonight it is I
who lean down to kiss the face
of a precious little girl....

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You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling

You left me like Alice, lost in Wonderland,
running in circles with my heart in my hand.
I thought our love was so beautiful and strong.
Tell me, please tell me, where did I go wrong?
Have I lost my luster, and I’m no longer...

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I'd like to give...a quiet shout 
To all my friends...'been down and out 
Life gets better...there's no doubt 
I pray that you'll...get through 

I'd like to give...a voiceless say 
To all my friends...'been feeling gray 
Must try to start...a brand new day 
There's so much...

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The soft gentle breeze caresses my skin, tiny ripples washing over me, as cool invisible fingers tickle each tiny hair.  I shiver.  The path beneath my feet is hard, the narrow veins between the stone uneven but smooth.  Leaning down, my fingers...

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Wit each line my soul drift away.
Heart still aching so each night I pray.
Life consume with pain veins fill with rage.
Mind still enslave.
Yet still standing tall until you put me in my grave.
Overwhelm with pride so i refuse to die.
So each night I am (smoking)...

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A word in saddened whisper, and conversation brief,
you see the people coming, then they go,
bringing food, flowers; condolences for grief,
plus sympathy for such a telling blow.

You take your turn, to acknowledge what is pain,
and find it hard to hold back with your tears,
for sobbing takes...

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I stand at the wooded edge
where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave
its yellow heads nodding in agreement.
A chickadee perches
its heart a tiny drum of joy
echoing the forest's pulse.

In this moment a smile radiates—
not mine but the earth's—
a ripple spreading
a gentle caress touching all it meets.

A...

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Is there a way you can show me your silence?
This world is deafening to me 
Can I find the words that I'm seeking..

Dream of a quiet place with only you speaking
Teach me to hear with my other senses
draw down all these distorted fences  ...

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You sell yourself for money
Hour lunch two coffee breaks 
To punch a card at 5pm
For a cheap watch and a cake
You live on autopilot 
A zombie for the pay
Make copies, staple papers
Day, after day, after day
You think you're irreplaceable 
Never make it without you
But if...

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Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard.
Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf.
This is a forest, wild and well-guarded by giant oaks and cottonwoods.
Soldiers who will be here hundreds of years after we are gone.

I sit in the middle...

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