How I Feel Image Poems | Examples
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i'm in a class i
never come to
in a seat
that feels like
it’s
about to
fall
4/30/2025
Glints of Spring starlight
Light April ‘s flowers tonight
Hearts melt in moonlight
Anger smolders like burning coals;
igniting flames, consuming souls.
The Gaza Strip is bombed in mass,
and hearts shatter like fragile glass.
Torrid tongues of fire lick the sky,
tasting Death as the jets scream by.
And there is no safety in caves
or basements that morph into graves.
Crimson blood stains the hands of God,
yet, Israel doesn't find that odd.
For words scrawled on banners of hate,
say, infidels will rue their fate.
Mother and child, entombed with Death,
plead for vengeance with their last breath.
And spilled on the altar of pride,
an ocean of blood drowns each side.
Both young and old are filled with rage,
for, there's no pity found in age.
And as righteous flames sear the ground;
hate, mistrust, and revenge abound.
Peelings of oranges lying on the floor,
Forging a scent of a time that had passed long ago,
Obliterated shards of memory started to ignite,
Diving to the forest of crimson pale light,
Crushing into nothingness and falling into oblivion in the depths of night,
Your twisted knife lies in my heart,
Two unforgiven frivolous fragments of freedom fall apart,
Your pleading words as tattoos blending with my skin,
Staying forever if not at my will,
Your scream an echo to the dark corridors of my mind,
Dying in a mellifluous melody to my soul affined,
Sudden rain pouring in the shimmering whirlpools of ache,
The flow of grief decays the scent away,
Blurring the line that crashed my fate,
Peelings of oranges lying on the floor,
Drifting to pieces of nothing and everything before
O’ sweet the rain drops heavenly spaced
Amidst the glaze of sunlight kiss
I embrace the winds they surround me
O the visons of streams
Soars the aftermath
Soars the trees waving
Soars the birds leaving trees
Soars the air we kinded, kin we breathe
O sweet the air sore smells
O the sweet animals that dwell
O the visons of streams
O so solemn views we spy
O the cries of the lamb
Every way that is met
Every step that is step
O soars the cries of the wolf
O cries the screams of the lamb
O the visons of streams
Soars the aftermath
Soars the trees waving
Soars the birds leaving trees
Soars the air we kindred, kin we breathe
O the visons of streams
O’ sweet the rain drops heavenly spaced
Amidst the glaze of sunlight kiss
I embrace the winds they surround me
O the visons of streams
01/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©
Birth and death are like stepping stones
on our path to eternal life.
Beyond physical skin and bones,
birth and death are like stepping stones.
From our cradles to our tombstones;
life leads us to the afterlife.
Birth and death are like stepping stones
on our path to eternal life.
Animals feel love, empathy, and pain;
traits that I have noticed over the years.
Dogs have so much love, it's hard to contain
they revel in your joys, and mourn your tears:
and as your best friend, they console your fears.
I've seen my cat react when I'm depressed;
snuggling up to my face, she comforts me.
And when she senses I'm worried or stressed
she'll soulfully lay her head on my knee;
her empathy displayed for all to see.
I saw a bear, its leg chafed by a chain;
and I could almost feel its rage and fear
while folks laughed, as it glowed and roared in pain.
Its plight broke my heart, and I shed a tear:
the agony it felt was crystal clear.
Animals share the same feelings we do,
I have confirmed this through observation.
But Man has never given them their due:
starting with the story of creation,
they've been subjected to subjugation.
I don't seem to know
the right words I want to say;
you're all set to go
but I hope you'll stay.
Please take back your ring
I will make things right;
believe me, she was but a fling,
I played the fool last night.
[Chorus]
It's all my fault, all my fault;
my fault all the way,
I'm so sorry that I lied;
now I’ll regret it every day.
All my fault, all my fault
my fault all the way;
I'm so sorry that I lied;
I’ll regret it every day.
If he exists or not is not the point
It is faith that keeps us on
Words from pops, words of soul
So every Sunday is church day
But the preacher has me in knots
He assumes he exists and that's the point
My suspension of disbelief is needed most
The narratives are wise, the stories tight
But I met God and I don't think he is him
I'm a human
being, and thus emotional;
I can be selfish or giving and kind.
I am optimistic
and realistic: traits imbued in our species.
I am a man of compassion, conscience, and heart;
struggling with internal conflicts
that differ from the reality I perceive.
I'm a poet;
a wordsmith who forges feelings
out of experiences and shared truths.
I am an observer
and a participant in this mesmerizing
journey through life, with hope, love, passion, and desire.
I have an inquisitive heart,
which often leads me to question God and blind faith.
You're an Angel, Heaven sent from above:
what did I ever do to deserve you?
You offered me unconditional love:
something I doubted anyone could do.
You are my world, my hope, my everything:
conjoined soulmates; together, we are one.
You taught me to listen to songbirds sing:
and find the beauty in a setting sun.
You are my conscience, my match in the dark:
my muse, my tether to reality.
Without you, life would feel empty and stark:
you're the only one who believes in me.
Providing me with a reason to live:
you've given me what no one else could give.
My world changed so fast
that it caught me off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
And then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
But, at the same time
supplied every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
festering on the fringes of society, a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering, peddling lies
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
entertainment, and news.
World War Three, which was once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media platforms.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth;
without any regard for the truth.
I remember a time when people didn't lock their doors:
neighbors greeted one another with smiles and waves.
But today, I fear that we've been caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
and sooner or later, we will be eaten.
I wish my eyes would open up its arms,
And let the necessary tears fall,
Like due drops of rain to wash away,
The state of emptiness that I feel –
So, fill my beating heart like a yard glass;
May the limits of my soul,
Be not found as broken, though wholly at peace –
Summer is over; kids are back at school;
Everyone is thankful for the cool nights.
People are beginning to drain their pool,
Thankful, there are no more mosquito bites.
Each day is shorter than the day before,
Moving closer to Autumn's color change.
But the forest is still green at its core;
Even though the lack of songbirds seems strange.
Red tinges are spreading amongst the leaves;
Fall is now entering its start-up stage.
And people are unrolling their shirtsleeves,
Like they're getting ready to flip the page.
Little things keep September in my heart;
Such as the fact, Fall is about to start.
The continuance
of our beliefs, culture, and dreams,
remain steadfastly anchored within our children;
no wonder we love them so.
We assure them the bogeyman doesn't exist
in the real world;
but warn them that fear can affect lives,
harden hearts, and displace love.
We teach the emergence of man
from animal to human beings.
And though their minds bristle with questions,
we assure them they'll figure out the answers on their own.
We emphasize the importance of truth;
how one garners Karma from both life's failures
and its successes.
And we introduce them to faith,
where feelings for each other flourish
surrounded by hope.
And teach them to love and forgive one another;
so when they pass life's baton to death,
they'll become eternal ambassadors
of love.