How I Feel Poems | Examples of How I Feel Poetry

Looking out my back door as the day slowly dies the sun bleeding colours across the endless skies of all the hopes I ever had I never knew would come through I was hoping for something would show me what to do watching from my window the night was on the rise the moon spreading silver above the cloudy skies of all...

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She does not love you. She loves what you give her— And when that gift fades, so too does her affection. The modern man, deluded by poets and preachers, Believes that love is salvation. No— Love is slavery wrapped in perfume. She smiles when you provide, Cries when you delay, Withholds warmth to bend your spine. And you— Grateful for her cold embrace— Call it passion. You sign...

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When God said “Let there be light” Was it meant literally or metaphorically? Did time arise crafting the photon with the intent of illuminating the basis of reality? An observational lens providing the closest assumption of truth? Or did the limit of human consciousness take precedence. Therefore, implying we needed to be saved from the void of ignorance, as light is the transference...

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People come and people go and how the times do change but something here needs to be done it should be rearranged preachers pundits politicians won't ever set things right the man in the street can make a difference if he takes up the fight so many souls lost at sea tho' they're on dry land action speaks louder than words they need a helping hand and...

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(A poem based on the lesson of strength, change, and choice) She said, "I'm tired, this life’s too tough, The road is rocky, the ride is rough." Her father smiled, and with no word, Walked to the kitchen...silent, unheard. He placed three pots on fire that day, With boiling water in each to stay. A potato in one, so firm and round, An...

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The shuttlecock's not got a feather my balls have lost their tether yo-yo and hula hoop have gone for a loop chasing rainbow's become a boring chore in any kind of weather and me I fling and fly frisbees no more as now there's come the day when games and music I can't play the fiddle has a broken bow out of wind such...

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A word or two about my view of the politicians we presumably put in positions of power hobbyists bought and paid for under the table catering to manipulating lobbyists by the hour where saying nothing yet flapping their gums offending no one when sitting on the fence doing naught but wagging their tongues and all the while protesting their innocence self-serving landing votes...

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As an Englishman's home is his castle, I abide in my own abode part and parcel, but as I'm always being told, by the trouble and strife (Cockney for 'wife'), how to behave in my own house, whenever the rules I waive, I must ask, I have to say, "Why am I not Lord of all that which I survey?" ...

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Until it's time to pop my clogs, shuffle off this mortal coil, I'll ensure my life is fun-filled not just daily drudgery and toil. As all work and no play would make me one dull boy, listless, senseless, bored witless, not my Mother's pride and joy. And so, in closing, I'm compelled to say, "Exercise free will, don't wait, hesitate or trust to fate, before you're...

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Tonight I cried. The silence after giving was louder than my music ever dared to be. Six cards, six names—none turned toward me. I asked why. The void answered with its back. Tonight I walked into the open like a soldier with no armor. The wind was a warning. The world—cold, familiar....

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There's no ill will No wanting for revenge I don't want her to hurt Don't even want her to regret I just want her to think To remember now and then Please don't forget Don't lose the memory of my face Remember how you felt Not the love or chemistry But remember being safe Anchored in the storm I don't want her to be sad That would not...

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Cancer I loathe and detest you If I'm honest, I really HATE you I despise the way You keep popping up to irritate us like a smirking floating turd Which we’d love to flush away forever Attempts were made to eradicate you Skilled surgeons tried to cut you out But you were like a ‘cling on’ in the toilet of life And you wouldn’t...

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You know you've hit rock bottom for sure when you find your track in a used record store under a stack at the very back of the ten pee CD rack (does anyone buy them anymore?) and you know you've hit the all-time low it's a sure bet when you don't see your song in any list at all on the worldwide internet rock bottom don't...

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Another chapter in my life over much too soon when there's so much more to live it's just not opportune but is Anonymous the author or would it be myself possibly writing this tale so true could it be an autobiography and yet I won't be put on hold my one and only guarantee tho' late won't be overdue when it's check out time for me for...

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When I see the darkness, I see the Qliphoth, Each shadow mirrors the fire I’ve crossed. A soul forged where mercy is lost— I rise from Hell with no fear of cost. They say I walk with devils and flame, That I’ve chosen a path of whispers and shame. ...

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