Emotion. Poems - Poems about Emotion.

SINISTER Why prove it? Prove that you’re significant to the a purpose that has no sensibility, In a world where we conform to that which surrounds us. Does it make sense? With this we ponder each day, That your right is the only right and that the only validation needed is yourself, The opinion of others doesn’t matter, Self-absorbed is the only thing I see, Maybe,...

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You ask if I love you, darling, you ask if I could; It strikes to the core, my darling, my words haven't stood. Know that I love you, darling, know that I should; But my words cannot carry, darling, look under the hood. Open my heart now, darling, see what's inside; Yes, open my heart, my darling, it flows to...

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AI generated fake emotions mock the cadence of poet’s heart...

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She laughs, she cries, then she sighs brimming with confidence, the pain within she denies Her heart thumps then skips a beat, as she reads poetry, a taste of bittersweet In quiets empty moments, a hole remains deeply in the soul, an abyss, an unmeasured chasm It’s the space p~o~e~t~r~y fills Her personal dead poet society stirring her deepest passions awakens her dormant...

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F#$^k taking our time such a mortal design there's a flicker of light just behind your eyes I'm shedding emotions with the setting sun your taking my hands and letting them run I'm alive like the ocean beneath a star filled sky a I'm watching your body move its driving me wild I better come to my senses before the...

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there i sat at 1am thinking about where i went wrong as tears poured down my face like an unearthly waterfall i remember every conversation trying though as to remember why did they like me? did they even truly like me? or was it a game only, someone has to put that blame on them because i didn’t do anything wrong or so i thought yet i...

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O youth of my land, gather up stones, Not for the mob, nor for bloodied thrones. But to build a revolt, one fierce and true, For the chains of complacency tighten on you. You scroll through life with the fastest finger, A protest born in banter, yet never lingers. ...

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In silence, words disappear, Unspoken—louder than any sound. A heart longs to be understood, But the world is too vast, too harsh. A voice is lost in the noise— Not because it isn’t there, But because it’s afraid to be heard. A soul bears the weight of mistakes, Carrying the heaviness of regret, Trying to mend what was broken. And then—I see her. She stands at...

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Perhaps I wouldn't move if the train came. Not out of courage, just curiosity. What does it feel like? or just the experience, maybe. I sit down in the shower sometimes until the water forgets it's warm and I forget I have skin. In that moment, and that moment only I think nothing but oh, I feel- I feel everything like a flood, swirling, raging inside, beating ferociously on the locked...

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Some people are bucolic Too sentimental to understand You can't win the argument Even when you are right, Because tears come Before logic comes to their lips....

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Hands Crowd my neck squeeze me of life suffocate my mind cruel Calculated Cold blooded strangulation ...

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Skin prickles, not from cold, but a phantom touch. A melody hums beneath the bone, unheard by ears, only felt as a shimmering ascent. Ethereal emotion: a weightless gravity, pulling you toward a source you cannot name, cannot see, only sense in the hollow of your own wanting. It tastes like rain on dry earth, a memory you haven't lived, a truth whispered in a language your tongue has...

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love and hate and the human brain, does it come from the same place, as compassion and kindness and empathy? Does every thrum of yearning heart conceal beneath its warmth a latent ache, a shadowed chamber where the darker urges stir? When dawn’s soft light awakes the tears of hope, do those tears share kinship with the salt of grief? Is tender mercy...

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E-ver R-ighteous I-n E-xpressing L-ove ©bfa041725 Monocrostic (Birthday of Eriel M. Asiado)...

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I don't remember the first time You met me I wonder to what degree that upsets you I can't recall The first time you called, Though I've been told you phone in often. I worry my forgotten memories effect you Cuz truth is can't recollect The first time we laughed, Or the first time you collected Those sticky snot waterfalls, Pooling into a gelatin riverbed In your freshly washed...

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