Write Feelings Poems

Along the South Banks,
I sat staring at the river
Shimmering in city lights,
Ferries gliding by,
Occasional airplanes in the sunset sky
With a half-baked moon,
All reflections are converging...

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I don’t speak, I write.
I don’t bark, I bite.
Though I don't meet your gaze,
You're in my mind all of my days.

Notes I send each night,
Is...

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At the age of five,
I started written at walls.
But I don't remember why I'm do that thing.
Everyday always makes me wonder.

And the times goes by.
And...

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If they do not acknowledge you? 
Go hard.

When they don’t have a chair for you? 
Build one;

If you’re seen as a natural disaster ? 
Clean...

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By Poet  "I do not know where the time goes. It just goes running away."

Yesterday when
Everyone was kind
Smiles were on all
The faces both young and...

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Pleasure and exposure, closure 
All of you steams and then boils over 
All of you gleams and beckons closer 
Raised well, all “yes, sir” “no,...

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Piece by piece he began to fall apart,
Time wasn’t bringing what he needed,
Hope wasn’t opening any doors for him,
It was a carousel of unmet desires.

He...

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"A Writer must Feel The Words So The Reader Can Feel The Words. By Poet"


Have you heard about this new thing,
this new thing called AI.
Is...

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I have decided to live on buttermilk.
It contains all the ingredients
to sustain a happy and productive life.
No more worrying about the next meal.
I can spend...

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Quote By Poet "A pen must write because they love to write." 

My imagination and creativity,
is spewing ink all over the desk.
Here I sit waiting...

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     Into the closed doors,
     Open once more.
     After a night,
  ...

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Many knew my best friend,
Rod Serling.
Rod told stories back in the sixties,
or should I say a story within a story.
I was mesmerized by each story...

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Rainy days.
We have them.
When the sun don't shine
A blank page stares
Without a rhyme
They rattle 
On the window pain
Each drop a tear
Or sad refrain
But as I...

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To My love

I hear your howls                   ...

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Imagine if a couplet traveled the world,
gaining an accent before moving on;
Repositioned from front to back twirled;

An old rhyme harnessed and hurled, 
finding a backboard...

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