Best Lifefeelings Poems


The Joy of Forgiveness

She lost a son she held so very dear,
Her feelings became muddled, and she couldn't see clear.
Anger and bitterness started consuming her heart,
She knew these feelings were tearing her apart.

It was a bad car wreck, a friend was driving and he took the blame,
Now her bitterness has condemned him to a life of shame.
Unintentional but he couldn't undo the mistake,
So he accepted her words he could not shake.

The years rolled by and her life was a mess,
All that bitterness and hate brought on only more stress.
Then something, somewhere or perhaps someone,
Had sparked in her a light of what that bitterness had done.

She prayed to the Lord and asked for forgiveness for this man,
But that wasn't enough to satisfy God's plan.
She had to seek out this man and forgive him face to face,
She knew this was God's will if she ever wanted to receive His grace.

Well she found him that day as they stood toe to toe,
And she said to him there is something that I need you to know.
She said I want to forgive you, but I need your forgiveness too,
And she heard a thousand angels sang out, as he said you know I do.

Now that burden she was packing, was no longer there,
And the sun shined brighter, she felt the change in the air.
The only tears she sheds now are those of happiness,
And she opened up the door so that God can bless.

True Story!

Swan

Usual suspects, usual jokes
Usual banter, usual pokes
Mates forever, friends for a time
Band plays their favourites
And feelings they mime.

Swan glides in and rests on a seat,
Regal and classy-to them she's fresh meat,
Colour has come to their black and white screen
They smile and look friendly but she knows what they mean.

She has saved three months for the dress that she owns
But the vultures around want to pick at her bones
She wants a connection, she's looking for more
But she's come in alone, she must be a whore.

The men have escaped from the kids and the wives, 
Three or four pints and they live different lives,
The drink makes them think they are sex on a stick
But the swan only smiles and thinks 'yet one more prick'.

She knows she won't meet him in this type of place
She knows in her heart his mind and his face
But while she's still waiting she'll fill up her time
With music and laughter and feelings they mime.
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The Writer

He writes how he feels
The pain he has felt
The moments he’s lived
The feelings he’s dealt 

The people he’s loved 
The letters he’s sent 
Expressing his feelings 
About the good times he’s spent 

But the lovers he’s lost 
Breaking his heart in two
Pushes him to write
To help him pull through 

When he’s feeling alone 
He just picks up his script
Reading the words 
That he’s chosen and picked

A life of writing he chose
Because it makes him feel strong 
Expressing his feelings 
In a poem or song 

His opinions and thoughts 
Written down on a page 
Hoping and willing 
For someone to read them someday


Feelings

If I could put allm y feelings into words
That'll be ther weirdest conversation we'll ever have
It'll probably to complicated to understand
So there's no point in saying anything
Even if you could understand
Would you see me the same?
Would we be the same?
That's just why I'd never put my feelings into words
To save me from myself

What Do You See

What do people see when they look?
Do they see just the surface?
Or do they see what's beneath?
Can they see the hurt and pain that's been carried within?
Have they expierenced it?
Do they know what it's like not to be able to let it out?
Does any one know what it's like living with this guilt and repressed emotions?
Are these feelings from my doings?
Or are they from beyond my control?
Why is it feelings bottle up inside?
Do they even have a clue?
Or do they just judge?

The Year Is At An End

The year is at an end,
And I never tried to be your friend.
I tried to say I love you,
But lips sealed shut never spoke the truth.
My feelings for you continue to swirl,
Like the circling moon wishing to shine his light on that special girl.

The year is at an end,
And feelings for are still left unsaid,
And I fear I might never see you again.


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