Short Overreacting Poems
Short Overreacting Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Overreacting by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Overreacting by length and keyword.
Do the shadows
talk solemnly, when
the light goes out ?
*
Walking over the
cobblestones, you return back
to somber childhood.
*
It was a sudden assault
of the wild winds.
The rusty moon
starts bleeding.
Satish Verma
Pain has found its way back in
Weaves through my brain
Caught in the feeling
That i should be blamed
Stop with the crying
I'm just overreacting
Nevermind the broken doors
And holes on proud display
I'll just hide outside
Out of your way
Stunned by her beauty, our tongues would not work
We could not stop staring, she was a flaming goddess
A princess, a queen, the quintessential woman
We admired her from afar, afraid to get closer.
Her beauty might dazzle our eyes out.
Who is she? I asked, when I regained my speech.
Aphrodite, goddess of love, beauty and passion.
Validation that I was not overreacting.
Yelling for no reason
Overreacting because I love you
Accusing me of treason
I can't stand you
Ignoring me
When it's convenient
Looking for you
On another continent
Lamenting over loneliness
What happened to our happiness?
It faded away
Into the brevity of yesterday
Why can't we start again
Love each other
Like we did back then
Can we start again?
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Heidi
I don't know
why I stayed
when I knew I deserved better.
You made me feel
as though
I was overreacting,
and selfish.
You said I don't drown
in an ocean
I stick my face in a
puddle.
You say the waves that crash
into me
are only cars
driving over puddles.
You told me I was faking it.
I believed you
and coped
with alcohol and drugs.
I got rid of you.
I still feel like I'm
faking,
overreacting,
lying,
like I don't deserve better.
Although it matters not anywhere else my heart crushes for what it knows better to have...
I am overreacting and incapable of concluding the ordeal inside myself...
I know how vain and futile such an allowance of mind into obsession is...
Indeed a desperate man void of inspiration leaches on any hope...
This inspires the fire within...
Long a go the fire warmed my soul now so cold...
A stove of ash and coal...
How long shall I dwell within this fantasy so real?
You're not what I wanted yesterday,
but a lot can change in a day
Any contact with you changes my mood drastic,
good or bad depending on what you say
This isn't at all what I expected love to be like
When I was a child it all seemed like magic
but this just seems like a nightmare
I willingly keep replaying
Maybe though this is just what it's like
And the child in me is overreacting
I need to grow up and be miserable
Just like everybody else around me
Once I fell
A very long way
Time becomes nearly still
Just as they say
In the descent
Strangely, it seems now, I am able to mull
The nearness and implications of my unexpected end
Approaching at the speed of ground
I emerge bruised but something new
Overreacting, interminably repeating
This eventually recedes too
So that I go on as before, stumbling and dreaming
As I fall, I see her watching, still strong
I wonder, she will stand for how long?
September 10, 2016