Feeling Poems - Poems about Feeling

Oh, since that day, I’ve been done with your games, I’ve been done with your games, so tired, left me in pain, and in courtrooms insane, took half of my gains, you liar, Now you just want to come back, think it’ll all be a snap, life’s just a lark, you were playing the part, but woman I see through the trap. I’m...

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In my mind's eye, your light appears, every day, then as now, fraying a quick smile of mine. I whisper silent blessings for your day, a prayer, I hope you hear. To hold this love and not be torn, I guess this is all I wanted in the end....

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The air is dry, and each breath is a struggle. My feet feel heavy and shackled, Like a bird in a cage, I feel trapped, Unsure of what’s happening, I'm frightened. My heart beats like a drum. fast and hard, In this storm, I am searching for a ray of light. While inside of me, a monster is consuming my soul. A...

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Song: Play in the Sunshine by Prince Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com...

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Never mind, though people ignore me crave not for their praises and credits I feel bad when people show me wrong Placed : 1st ...

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Those we love don’t go away, They walk beside us every day; Whether close or far, lead the way, So, what if it’s a weekend or a weekday? Until we stand at crossroads; Until we stand in contemplation. Do we both go north? Do we part? There’s so much temptation, But sometimes it's better to just let go; To live, to know, to understand...

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Oh, my dear touch -me-not plant, ...

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I'm not feeling at all myself today— I see a sea of selfies. adrift in a mirror maze, floating as reflections that are lost in a hall of posed intentions. Each face is a practiced smile. a seance of polished poses, looped like circling carousel horses, whispering secrets they pretend are mine. I forge new versions of myself daily, crafted to echo what...

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Your eyes? They're like midnight — not stars, just... midnight. Dark, full of something I can't name. I get lost there. I always do. It’s frustrating, kind of thrilling too. Your smile? Trouble. The kind I’d trip over twice and still chase. It hangs in the air after you leave — Like perfume or a half-finished thought. I hate how much I replay it. Your...

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In the flowing darkness of the delirious night I saw once my being sink with my essence escaping, get dissipated in dissociative domain of ethereal ether where I heard the sound of the distant bells toll faintly, masking the music of my life’s violin fading away in stalled time’s deadly depth of smothering silence. ...

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Feeling God’s heartbeat, at the crown, poised thus in a trance state, rapture rises, in bliss we drown, as nodes within gyrate. Nectar flows through our veins, cutting through ego’s chains cleansing soul’s feral stains. Bliss refrains repeat ~ Feeling God’s heartbeat...

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Laying down wondering where did you go after visiting my dreams from time to time? A regular guest you became, Now I see you less and less leaving my memories in such an emotional distraught, as you left a feeling I thought I would never have, a desire unknown, a burning sensation leaving me trembling whenever I fall asleep dreaming hoping to see you but terrified to awake in our...

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My wife has become an insomniac, during ebon hours she doesn’t sleep. Like an owl she’s become nocturnal, I wish again she was counting sheep. But dementia does this to a person, God put us together, she’s in my keep. All of my days start off the same, and most days, when alone, I weep. ...

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A lily-white stage once bloomed and blossomed in rose garden plots then time’s “green fingers” sunk a withered root...

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