Long Feelings Poems
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I feel as if you're my missing puzzle, dear.
Ethereal love, brawn, and joy to cheer
You are my life and my innermost being.
Counted each real nature and unseeing.
I feel like your song, so be my verse.
I'm yours, whether lenient or worse.
Health or pain, you're eternal in my life.
I shall love you despite social strife.
I feel I'll still love you, no matter what.
That's why, honey, you have my trust.
True love's name is lost to time.
In silence, its source is sublime.
Even quirks feel cute in your embrace.
I'm happiest when I look at your face.
Your touch evokes me of childhood.
Coffee you brew, folks we met in the hood.
I feel our love as an airy echo of passion.
like a spirit striking the soul motion.
A soul invasion causes an electric wave.
Veins ooze gorgeous, sensual crave.
Written: January 21, 2023
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My first spectacles perched on my nose,
with frame and glasses, my first photo pose.
Optician cried," Wow!, Can you see clear now?"
"Oh Yes, my beautiful binocular,
I could see my world, all spectacular.
But my future still looked blurred
my weak eyes, cured of myopia
yearned to see an invisible utopia."
I grew old...
Sneaked in bifocals, and life changed gear.
Optician cried," dear, can you see your near?"
"Oh yes, my reading glass was crystal clear.
But why was my heart so full of fear?
With wide open eyes, I still couldn't see,
so many people who were close to me."
I grew older and older...
My retinal sight, now had vision of night.
Cold darkness spread in broad daylight.
Unlimited vision, I could see a closing door,
waiting for the day...I wouldn't see anymore.
Dig Deeper
When faced with an issue
cash won’t solve
— you haven’t got enough
********
One Thing
Forever
to question
Rebuking
the answers
In search of
that one thing
Defining
— the ask
********
Every Recall
Memories ...
the only thing
we get to keep
Everything else
with time
retreats
Feelings
relived
in every recall
To cherish
or learn from
— the large and the small
********
A Dark Capitulation
One year
follows the next
Until death
comes to claim you
Though most
uninvited
Its presence
commands
A dark
capitulation
You follow
it downward
Where heat
from the shadows
its fire
— commands
********
Enemies Waiting
No one
escapes
from violence
unscathed
But no one
of valor
looks off
from the fray
Enemies
waiting
upon
the hard earth
Where living
or dying
to each
— has its worth
***********
Split Screen
Everything
and nothing
together at once
The horizon
keeps moving
— duality’s myth
*********
Caught On A Tightrope
Campaigning
in poetry
Governing
in prose
A tongue
that’s been forked
Deceit
in the throes
Saying
but one thing
Doing
another
Caught
on a tightrope
Skirting
— forever
*******
Opposites
Just not
being wrong
will not
make you right
Opposites
joined
imploding
— on sight
(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)
Dear HUBBY,
YES FOUR years of marriage today and
YOU made me happy thru evry single one! This anniversary is very special to my heart bcz its the first one as an parents. I am so grateful fr sharing dis adventure with You!
Celebrating this year of togetherness is a wonderful feeling ever!
Dear hubby,The Platter of life which You offered is always sizzling hot!
Spinning the cocoons safely embedding us in Your sheath is the bliss,
Making us understand the things,sharing,caring,building up the relations much more stronger than the previous one!!
The nuggets of wisdom which you give always is a treasure kept close to my heart bcz of which my complexities of life hs been resolved, looking forward for more such advices.
Plotting the paradise beautifully with every single move for which M on cloud nine for this years of journey together.
Yes years passed by but every single day is a dawn for me being with You, Sinking deep in to the heart of Gold,
YOU always ought to give me not only the love but connecting me is the master piece feeling of my soul,for which I thanks almighty a million times.
Thanks for being with me in my toughest times,thanks for giving me a beautiful angel "HAZEL" in my life,
Loved the way You always propagate positively, energizing me in my downfall!
You are the precious pearl shimmering at the core of my heart!
Thanks for watever YOU are and requesting you to b the same forever!
Wrapping up with my post as this words are nt sufficient enough to simply adore you.M'Glad we r together, making this day remarkable in many terms & M'sure you will embark my life with grace as always!!Loads of love to you hubby!!
The day will come soon
As our safety ceases to exist
Mans determination
In his killing persists
Street crime is rising
To feed the life of drugs
Many people are afraid
Of these sick cowardly thugs
Society needs to change
Addressed by the powers that be
The ones that have been elected
In trust, by you and me
We need to change the rules
Prison sentences need to be revised
If your prepared to deal in drugs
Twenty years looks good in my eyes
Then it comes to murder
Where many citizens, they fall
But their killers are alive in prison
Their breathing, their living through it all
The world has so much compassion
It's time to channel it's feelings
No forgiveness for these scum
Execution, watch their feelings reeling
Compassion has to have passion
For the right to get rid of the wrong
And just maybe one day it will happen
As the whole world sings the same song
The chances of this happening
As they are sworn into government places
They stand proud to ask for our votes
Once elected, they appear to have two faces
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Manchester's grief is also mine, but painful to bear...
hearing terrified screams piercing the evening air;
young lives are sacrificed to appease his hatred that demands blood...
who would do such a horrible thing, if not a worthless and a coward?
Would he see those seventy-two virgins at his feet?
This vile murderer will burn in Dante's inferno with others
who are worthy of continuous torment in fiery flames:
this is not the Promised Heaven, he will gnash his teeth!
My rage is immense, it's a mind filled with fury,
seeing the blood-streaked faces escaping the carnage;
why have they done to deserve this? No glory
awaits you deplorable thug with that defiant image!
Fear is not in me, but anger can't be contained...
seeing the young lying faced-down bleeding to death,
what have you accomplished insane and heartless lad
by taking those vibrant lives? You earned God's wrath!
Manchester's grief is also mine,
stand fearlessly and quickly drive out the enemy;
nothing saddens me more today...
than twenty two coffins when bells toll, not chime!
Written on 5/24/2017
By Lori Steindorf
Copyright March 5,2024
I love you with all I've got
I cannot lie; pretend to be someone I'm not
I could give you reasons why
Most of them would make you cry
Tears of joy; tears of pain
We shed them together
And saw each other through hardship
Yet here we are today
I've walked away - had to vacate to placate
When I could have stayed
In my heart, you'll forever remain
We go back so far
For so many years
I cherish the memories - our banter and sacred time keep you fresh on my mind.
To this day, they're still pristine
A testament of what your persona means to me
We were in sync
It hurts to have lost you
It will never be the same
In my heart and mind,
I could never forget you
Leaving your memory behind
How I wish it were true
It's as though you're here
As I reminisce, I'll never forget you
pressure
you said
i was too much
too many questions
too many feelings
too many where is this goings
you said i was pressuring you
like love was something
i kept forcing into your hands
so i apologized
for wanting clarity
for wanting effort
for wanting to know
i mattered
i made myself smaller
quieter
easier to keep
but no one talks about
the pressure you placed on me
the pressure to wait
without asking why
the pressure to understand
without being understood
the pressure to accept
half-love
and call it patience
you wanted freedom
without consequences
attention
without commitment
and somehow
my need to feel secure
became the problem
you said i pushed too hard
but you were the one
asking me to stay
while giving me reasons
to leave
and now i see it —
i wasn’t pressuring you
i was just tired
of being pressured
to pretend
almost was enough.
There is a teacher I know. Someone who walks into the classroom like he’s stepped into a memory, quiet and worn, yet still showing up. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, his voice carries more weight than volume. His words are deliberate, as if each one has been measured before release. There is something about the way he stands, hands folded like he’s holding something in. Something too personal, too heavy, too old to name. He looks at his students as if he sees all of them at once, past their jokes, past their laziness, into something deeper. No one notices the way he glances at the clock when the room grows too loud. No one notices how he lingers by the window, not for the view, but for the silence.
There is a teacher I know who stays late when the hallways are empty, surrounded by crumpled papers and untouched chairs. He grades quietly, with a patience that feels almost unreal. There’s a sadness in the way he moves, like someone trying to find meaning in the same lesson plan he’s used for years. He teaches with this kind of quiet hope, like maybe this time, someone will understand. He never says much about himself. He gives pieces away in passing comments, stories buried in metaphors, feelings folded into analysis. His eyes flicker when someone brings up loss. His mouth pauses before certain names. Most students don’t notice. They don’t care to. They laugh too loud, speak too quickly, and forget he is there once the bell rings. He becomes invisible the moment he stops speaking.
PASTING PASSION ON PANORAMA
I love to see my most precious pearly passion
to be close to you
reflected in Nature with rapture.
Watching frigid fountain from rigid mountain cascading in opulence
splashing, thrashing, gurgling on pebbles rumbling.
Golden yellow sunflower blooms blossoms frolic cheerful
smiles at Sun, nods head, greets butterfly to kiss.
Darling! We exchange delighted glances, playing with restless fingers.
Sweetest kiss, the best award on closest amorous touch.
Roaming on romantic aroma in rim of stream of dream.
Our whispers harmonizing on rustle of leaves and murmur of breeze.
Dear, you are dear gem: Light of my mind not light but bright to reflect.
Prompt hesitant imprisoned feelings fly free on outdoor romance.
Feel sole desire of my soul: Fill your heart: Don’t hurt my ego.
Bubbling blood in flood troubling wobbling heart n trembling pulses.
Present pleasure drops like dew drops as present on rose petals.
Loitering in garden of Eden, I wish to wander like Romeo.
My emerald emotion, crimson passion, lavender love adorns you in elegance.
I know, I love you most and I love most to know you.
I long to live for you and determined to die for you.
My lust ablaze on flame in cool calm quiet ambient.
Sheen Sun seen to shine, sure to set on same schedule
with promise of rise on next dawn with vivacious vigor: No surprise.
My passion for you is blended in Joy of Nature.
09/11/18
Contest by Regina McIntosh