Emotional. Poems - Poems about Emotional.

-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind. “Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.” Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together. Late at night, when silence drapes...

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I’ve lived and I’ve loved or so I thought, came out broken, beaten and battered. A false embrace a kiss of lies, All loves games I bought. Tried to be just who I am, Not one would care to ease. Friends, family or chosen mate, Would bring me to my knees Shut my mouth to obstruct the blow, The Anger, fury and wrath, The Inevitable...

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in a million words, I couldn’t say my heart’s trembling, thumping away apprehensive yet full of thanks… as his light softly touches my lips – a soulful silence still as the music who plays when the wind seeks her lovers the leaves, the trees… seem to shudder, erasing the past with a joy that flutters awake stirring, encouraging, embracing so the light falls over the last story of yesterday,...

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Continuous cathartic resonance of black bashful veil, imposing the darkest recess and its tangled tantrums amassed, phases exist without problematic manifest intrusion illusory but for a while, the reckless chilling bursts of wild incendiary angst a blight, such burdens match interminable interior and exterior struggle, the bulk of etched trauma recent or derivative of remote life event, an additional weight as...

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I’m not running from my life I just need this moment to think In these moments, in this open space…get a firm grip So many challenges, so many heartbreaks The obstacles … the major dips But I know I must keep moving on There’s much life to be lived. Past tears could create new oceans This awesome power lies with me. ...

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i flicker when spoken of glow in the breath you shouldn’t have wasted on apologies ash settles like snow on the bones of yesterday still warm if you press hard enough to blister i eat whatever dares to name me-- anger love home god you told me i burned too easily but you lit the match and called me beautiful beneath my skin a cinder waits i have never ended i have only gone quiet for now ...

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2025.05.13 Today, not as any other days, When I always was the first arrived at this place, Waiting for the piano to be available, For me to clean and press on the keyboard, To break the sound of silence Of the well lighted open space. Not far away, there was a chimney Covered under a huge cone, They were the centre place's icons. Some of...

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Unmet expectations damage the dormant psyche, futile promises smother the rays of fading hope, unkind words tear the lattice of the mangled mind. My life turns into an urn filled with your ill feeling. Your senses become the fast spreading wild fire, uncontrolled, it boils the blood of intrinsic pride, and as it flares up, it burns...

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invincibility had been a difficult pastime the flak vest of insecurity and coverups had managed to inflate anxieties and fears to the bursting point of impromptu explosion the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option to call it friendly fire...

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I didn’t see the blast-- just felt it after, in the hush of your retreat. No scars to stitch, just words lodged in soft tissue. They ache when it rains. You said, "It's not like I hit you,” but silence detonates too. It tears in quiet, spreads slow as bruising thoughts. Now I walk crooked, smile with hesitation, and check every room for the pieces I’ve left behind....

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Written: May 11, 2025, for contest by: Sara Jama Quote: “Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. Sorrow prepares you for joy." By Rumi ******************** Sky unveils a deep, katabatic chasm Fuchsia flames ignite blooms, slicing in layers of strife Brilliant yantras reside in...

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There are some people in this world who either do not realize or do not care how badly words wound. Even slight agitation can cause them to bellow their bullying obscenities. Like lead balls from a muzzle-loading gun, they’ll shoot you down, maiming innocent souls in the process. Both their words and deeds come from a place of narcissism and the need to control. They...

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Lurid looks have been thrown at me Deadly daggers sent to pierce my heart Why do some insist on acting beastly waging war in attempts to tear me apart? How long can I go on pretending I'm not in pain hiding my tears by calling them emotional rain? I need compassion but I'm afraid to ask so, I conceal my trauma...

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I have a hard time accepting change The push and pull of the world Will I ever be who I want to be Will the change hurt or help me The fear of the unknown haunts my mind penetrates my soul soaks the fabric of my being Unchanging ...

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Pile Up self-perceived failure, blame guilt, disappointment, shame Pressure unexpressed, unfulfilled needs expectations nobody heeds Perilous Pitch consider this - you are much bigger someone small can be the trigger Pyrotechnics An explosion, shrapnel sent wounds the nearby innocent Peace at Last great, now you have relief you now have peace, however brief Pain shrapnel cuts deep, like a knife imbeds itself, there's pain for life...

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