Emotional Poems - Poems about Emotional

Drinking is an emotional experience, an elixir that pulls you from the monotony of everyday life, It takes you out of ordinary patterns, from all that is identical and dull, like a story told too many times, It tears you from your body and mind, throws you against the invisible walls of your own existence, I feel that...

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"Trap—for the ones who mistake affection for devotion, and fall for voices spun from smoke. He never promised me forever. But still, I stayed… oblivious. Drunk on words, blind in the dark, begging the silence to lie" Then his words— they don’t help. They wrap around me like silk only to choke. Ancora una volta. Again. Again, I fall for the way he...

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I miss you. Maybe I should tell you. Maybe I should tear through the distance with something as simple, as foolish, as a “hey, you crossed my mind.” But what if you see my name and feel tired? What if my hello feels like a burden you forgot to put down? What if I am the ache you no longer want to revisit? I...

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You tied the noose that I hang from I stare at the writing on the wall I feel like all the words are written wrong My feet can’t find the stall I wish my thoughts would just be gone I am the rope in which they tie I can’t seem to shape the future of my life Got me thinking am I...

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I am that night which is full of darkness, Neither the moon is my companion, nor the stars have any existence. Every corner cries a story inside me, But no one listens, everyone waits for the morning. I have cold sobs in my lap, Shadows of broken dreams. People say I am scary, But how do they know, how true I am. Every...

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They never saw me—not really. Only the outline I traced in the halls, A whisper of denim and shy glances, A ghost who smiled too politely. They passed notes like grenades, Laughed too loudly When the silence was breaking me. I wore their words like a second skin— Tight, blistering, But invisible to them. You asked if I was okay once— But your eyes flicked away Before...

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"Your faith is your flight" I was once broken, but now I have gathered myself, There was a lesson hidden in every tear, I have taught myself. Only those who recover while falling know how to walk, And those who have faith in God, they consider defeat as victory. Fear is a deception, which forces you to stop, But God's name...

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I survived even after losing' I was that girl, who was afraid of questions, But life taught me to become the answer. In the house where voices were suppressed, There I made my identity with silence. I broke down, but did not fall apart, She embraced every pain, but did not complain to anyone. When my own people trampled my hopes, I bowed...

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My emotions are my information It is my data to allow me to act One way or the other When I am aware of my emotions I am also in better condition To make better decisions....

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Blooming flower in Spring's light, Petals blooming without fright. Wandering breezes yet to grow, Still moving ever slow. Sunshine touching the skin, Light finding the areas within. Sweet fragrance of Morning's dew, How can I ever forget the scent of you? Your thorny Rose draws blood, An emotional sky lets loose a flood. Tears from the clouds to help you grow, Your roots hushing the rivers...

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FORGOTTEN THOUGHT Talking & Thinking, there’s lots of empty space between my words. I pause, think & ponder then my words seem useless. Just a passing thought. Then it’s gone – never to be found again, felt again, remembered! Was it joyful? Was it sad? Did it have meaning? Maybe it was important at that moment....

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The feeling of fragility is precious, But it demands emotional mortality. A longing for something so distant, Emotions unfounded and absent. Hold me and I may break. Kiss me and I may die....

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I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— that male unknowableness. Don’t forget the hard strength of those rough male edges, you know, the feeling that he’s kind of sculpted from a marble and you just want to...

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when love was scarce and bitter-spun, i craved the warmth of anyone. no silver spoons, no golden light — just hungry hands that learned to fight. i licked the steel of sharpened lies, and swallowed tears in my disguise. the blades that cut, the wounds they made — became the price my heart had paid. yet still, i sought what stars conceal — a...

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I dove into the deep end, headfirst, quite a splash, Not of the pool, you see, but grief's enormous gash. It’s Olympic-sized, this sorrow, chlorinated blue, And I’m the sole competitor, with nothing else to do. The butterfly of heartache, a relentless, flailing thing, Propels me through the sadness, making my wet soul sing. Or rather, weep, a muffled, gurgling sound, As...

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