Emotive Poems - Poems about Emotive

Solar system, twenty-four-hour rotation—turning, three hundred sixty-five-day revolution—returning. Asseveration system, four-year migrant, overturned cups, promises, spilling out like the unborn, bathing the heart’s ear, resounding canyon echoes of sanguinity, prosperity, fantasy. Poverty or opulence? Debate, ponder, discord. Choice, suffer suffrage. If nothing changes, nothing changes. Nothing changes! Politicians, ambivalent Robin Hoods from hell. Change your life? A mendacious mendicant’s tale. ...

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“From the debris of desire the essence of lost love retrieves the hurt heart” – Quote by Poet The glee of love embracing me if ever dies My heart will feel it depart while it cries From dire dust of demolished desire I’ll rise ...

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time stops to slip in ebony night, emotive clock freezes eternal pathos in congealed instants, silhouetted in the shadow of past, smears the strata of darkness, designed to disguise perception lattice ...

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Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy, the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed when your charisma drizzled on me like the soothing rare summer rain of oasis. The flame of my heart was stoked by the breeze of the yearning spring. Flaring beauty of glowing fresco flashed on the beguiled blushing face of desire. The wilted petals...

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a dam gifts itself to take tears to a blind spot~ tears will never give ......

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Knock, knock, knock seething at her core, it's your older sister emoting once more.. Knock, knock, knock, bar that door. She's launching missiles in hopes of a sibling war.. Knock, knock, knock. You've been there before. If you don't want her angst, then just ignore.....

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FICTIONAL POEM FOR CONTEST I sailed through my pregnancy without a problem We’d painted the nursery in pale blue I was having ...

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Emotive Urge Emotive urge surges either to converge on obsession ...

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Your precious life they could not save I’m standing by your tiny grave My grief stabs me like a sharp knife They could not save your precious life For forty weeks I’d carried you When you arrived your skin was blue I never saw sweet rosy cheeks I’d carried you for forty weeks My bitter tears they will not cease Born sleeping,...

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I visited mum today as I do almost every day She greeted me with open arms And then says ‘I didn’t think you’d come ... I thought you had fallen out with me’ Yet Yesterday everything was fine and it was fine the day before and the day before that ‘oh it must have been one of my hallucinations’ she says Then she...

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the day you left me ,I stood right there. an empty soul ,tearing inside my head those dark bold eyes , edges that rised just like a call what stabbed my twice my cries were a vision of me dangling, hanging from a silver thread i just hoped she could have left...

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Tears fall; they cannot mask my pain grief embedded so deep in my heart. My stillborn babe, in death he’ll remain our whole world has just fallen apart. Taken from BORN SLEEPING - EMOTIVE WRITE Originally written for Written for 3 stanzas only contest by Broken Wings Also submitted to Any poem written in July Sponsored by Laura Loo Now submitted ...

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You are loitering aimless crushing arrogant feral grass growing haphazard on non-mowed meadow. A rare chance to have a glance peeping through window Perchance a happy happenstance. I rush to face an emotive encounter enchanted on your elegance. Moist dark sensation of wobbling heart to splash on daub of confusion. Sudden gust making ripples on tips of...

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Sally was an innocent 12 year old... Innocent until she went to the park to meet a lad she'd met on line She told her parents she was going out was just meeting a friend On that fateful August evening her life changed forever Stripped of her innocence Brutally gang raped by a group of 5 young men A month later it...

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Sue’s two black eyes speak volumes Tears form in the corners of her swollen eyes Such sad eyes, as lifeless as a fish on a stone cold slab Her mouth quivers as she opens her split lips to speak But, with his clenched fist digging in the small of her back, her partner manipulates the situation - answering all the officer’s...

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