Best Emotions Poems

I thought I was a poet who had a pen of gold
With clear access to writing that was mature and bold.
I thought I could go roaming beside the foaming sea
And watch the seagulls gliding to give a show for free.

I thought I was a poet...

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On a special Suicidal Night,
I sit alone inside this nightmare 
In a nightmare with no windows 
Nobody can see me
I can see nobody

Flowers, above
My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before
Forever closed!
 
It Rains!  It Rains!

Beyond this ocean, I've drowned too many...

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-Escape of the mountain-

Do you care about my breast?
The new curve - countryside corset
The beauty of every summer dress 
Laying down, wearing out gravity 
Embracing the same feeling;  
Your hands indulged in
Passion and devotion
around perfumed scenery 
     The perfect pair

Today...

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I relinquish my pen before the storm
of her tears falling upon my bare arm
her gentle whispering breathed in my ear
Muse of mine, adieu to your wit and charm

With piqued reasons I have come to deduce
It's time to say fond farewell to my muse
She should seek...

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Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust heart -
still searching for that wandering star.
without a guide - without a love to call my own.

I try not to...

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Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing on the walls

You gaze at me with pools of wisdom
Infinite eyes that have lived lifetimes
Speaking silent words 
You gift me...

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*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of...

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"Letting Go!"

Behind that garden rail
Where worms squirm and roam,
They dig into every bad part of my day
I feel them crawling, making my hide their home
They feast on my will and my dead walking soul.

Slowly I am fading away into a cloud of nothing.
I find myself...

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Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white oak trees. 
These marigold 
orbs shine with 
shimmering streaks 
of sugar coated mist, 
as I twist my palm 
and breathe...

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There’s a beguiling danger in beauty…

seduced as I was by the fickle fingers of fate musingly stroking my hair,
I envisaged
this lusciously lavish landscape 
of sun-raptured heavenly hills and valid valleys
to be a lush, plush place for me to land ~

alas, such deception my naive perception...

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A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became a paper tigress in tatters; 
regrets and rejections  remorse...

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I wonder about her
as I shave suet and place thistle seed down -

once again

she reveals herself to the corner of my eye
a slight movement caught in the slant of a sunray
just enough to separate her shy form 
from leaf litter camouflage

I turn to look at...

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the raspy whisper

finally
 
gets my full attention -
wistfully I smile
..for its persistence reminds me of you..

the crisp red leaf 
scuttles scrapingly
across the gray pavement
to and fro 
like a dancing crab
moving with the whims of the winds
chasing me 
as it seemed like I had once chased...

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I walked in darkness along the shore
seeking only solitude and nothing more
Thunder drummed from somewhere far away
like foreboding timpani as clouds began to play
They competed with the roar of bally waves
crashing to the beach in rhythmic laves
Everything was out of reach for me
the moon, the...

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It's raining again, grey neon skies,
washing away suppressed surfaces,
to reveal unhealed wounds,
to scars the eyes cannot see

sometimes they bleed.

Some say words heal,
but I resist to express them,
because I'm afraid of my vulnerabilities,
anxious about tears I've never cried.

You only see the smile,
no one remembers that naive...

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