My Feelings Poems - Poems about My Feelings

When I am silent, I would love to hide my feelings But I hide absolutely nothing Feelings pop out of my face like measles Or pimples if am feeling irritated, grouchy, angry or sad. Everyone is not an empath But you do not have to be sensitive to read me I am no poker face; I have tremendous tells Silence has become...

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MY FEELINGS OF LONELINESS AND ABANDONMENT HAVE METASTASIZED THROUGHOUT MY BODY. THE RUSH OF EMOTIONS AND SORROW FLUCTUATE EVERY DAY, SOMETIMES EVERY SECOND. I STAY AWAY FROM MALIGNANT RELATIONSHIPS AND ATTEMPT TO CREATE A SAFE SPACE TO COPE. IT'S HARD TO LIVE WITH POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS AND BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER. I AWAIT TO SEE WHAT THIS DAY HAS IN...

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My feelings are so pure and intense—they travel through time. They can be easily dispersed and dismissed as nothing by my schizophrenia, my illness. Can there be light? Yes, perhaps. These thoughts keep bothering me. After exercising, my head feels fuzzy. My throat is dry, craving a taste of sugar due to my Type II...

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"The pretty rose has thorns to keep her safe." Quote By Poet Who will keep me safe like thorns on a rose? Only skin to protect my feelings....

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I love my birthday badly will welcome my friends gladly they will come in twos and threes bringing along September breeze I do not like chocolate cake pie and cheeses is what I will make the gifts will pile up at the door there will be gag presents and much more I am a September baby, living her dream fulfilling my own wishes, poet...

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electoral college is a sad joke voting is a bust for me stealing my dignity...

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It was always there next to me, but, won't you see, it tightens my free, In a minute I feel like flooding of sea. But doing the ride, I felt the sudden death guide, from the side. But it felt like leading me to dream, to let different worlds to be seen. If I could've just waited, because now...

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If I get lost in these words Please forgive my style Life has been bittersweet Not knowing reality For even the longest while I struggle I pray Still no peace in sight Imagine being a good person Ran through Remnants of disaster And thrown away money spent Still yet I try...

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This poem made me feel powerful and less lonely Gave me permission to drag out my own macabre feelings I found myself flying toward brilliance, enjoying “bat on the wing” In a way, I felt this was written for me exclusively A secret pact between me and the songwriter “no moonlight for me’ is the way I feel on my...

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Not quite red, sometimes pinkish, orange has a tangy freshness. Adding the prettiest accents to Halloween, October, and fall festivals. My favorite sweatshirt, broom, sweater, shirt, and chair are this color. She perks me up, delights me, and keeps me jazzy and sassy. Orange inspires me, reassures me, uplifts me, and enthuses me. Wendy Witch and Jessica Rabbit both sport...

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Here in the prison called my mind, My feelings, confused, have been left behind. I'm not sure what I feel, I'm not angry or sad. But I'm not happy either, I think I'm going mad. When I think about you, I feel it all. You could be my uprise. You could be my downfall....

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No one cares that my feelings are crushed by those who think they are better...

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I put all my feelings in one vase in one flower in one space in one basket in one place in one person in one face... Jessica...

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have you tried tangy zingy rhubarb pie? I like the taste, oh my, oh my! I like the colors of pink and green everything about it is terribly keen. I like rhubarb pie cold, it is a dream! It is fantastic too warmed up with vanilla ice cream granulated sugar on top makes the crust sweet and real I gulp this tart...

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My heart without you would only know poverty I have no starvation, though, for I covet thee My soul without you would die of thirst This cup is full of every drink better than the first My eyes never seeing you would wish for blindness over sight Luckily, my vision is consumed with your never-ending light My hands would be broken...

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