"feelling" poems - Hello Poetry

When a leaf falls down, Making no sound, It sails away........ And Just like the wind, With nowhere to go, It changes directions At mercy of its strong flexion And like a rebel, It reckons a win. Freedom is brief And so unseen But it's worth the wait Once you redeem Yet the feelling isn't forever, Cause a scar is in the scene Just like the leaf, treasure your dreams Long, dull or bitter, They give you a gleam Nature is teacher To all living beings Please let me be with you For as long as I dream.

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Nov 8, 2016

Nov 8, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC

Angelanature

Fall

When a leaf falls down, Making no sound, It sails away........ And Just like the wind, With nowhere to go, It changes directions At mercy of its strong flexion And like a rebel, It reckons a win. Freedom is brief And so unseen But it's worth the wait Once you redeem Yet the feelling isn't forever, Cause a scar is in the scene Just like the leaf, treasure your dreams Long, dull or bitter, They give you a gleam Nature is teacher To all living beings Please let me be with you For as long as I dream.

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I see your ghost everywhere The ghost of who you once were Before all the **** went down in your brain The beauty that flowed from you till you woke up from the dream that was your life That dream shattered right out Right out from under you Made you want to forget Forget who you were All brought for nought Fragments still rattle Behind your eyes Those candy rock promises someone whispered in the night Lost that luster, didn't they? Couldn't find the silver lining? What was once radiant phosphorescence Became gangrenous and insipid Leaving a malodorous taste Stagnant in your mouth The feast turned to crumbs left for the rats under your skin You become to stately for our unostentatious life Now you've painted the Petunia's colors of your choice Rearranged your furniture To play at being all grown-up Bit of turpentine blotted on the canvas might smear the lines But that won't erase your past Your fingerprints are etched into Every discarded can of spray paint Lips carved into the pores of to much skin You'll slice them off to get rid of the feelling Keep up your newly minted fascade That caused you such strife To grow in the petri dish Under your mothers sink While you tryed to burn your Bridges to ashes Ashes embedded forevermore under your fingernails Now you linger in ghosts Haunting cities you've never been to Places you're naught to see In them breathes a Chilly air wishing to keep you alive

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 9:25 AM UTC

felix-sladal

Ghost of a shell, shell of a ghost

I see your ghost everywhere The ghost of who you once were Before all the **** went down in your brain The beauty that flowed from you till you woke up from the dream that was your life That dream shattered right out Right out from under you Made you want to forget Forget who you were All brought for nought Fragments still rattle Behind your eyes Those candy rock promises someone whispered in the night Lost that luster, didn't they? Couldn't find the silver lining? What was once radiant phosphorescence Became gangrenous and insipid Leaving a malodorous taste Stagnant in your mouth The feast turned to crumbs left for the rats under your skin You become to stately for our unostentatious life Now you've painted the Petunia's colors of your choice Rearranged your furniture To play at being all grown-up Bit of turpentine blotted on the canvas might smear the lines But that won't erase your past Your fingerprints are etched into Every discarded can of spray paint Lips carved into the pores of to much skin You'll slice them off to get rid of the feelling Keep up your newly minted fascade That caused you such strife To grow in the petri dish Under your mothers sink While you tryed to burn your Bridges to ashes Ashes embedded forevermore under your fingernails Now you linger in ghosts Haunting cities you've never been to Places you're naught to see In them breathes a Chilly air wishing to keep you alive

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The ink crawled down my throat, Mixing with the blood, Without a boat. They sneered at the dare, Cruel friends, Open-mouthed stare. A fire kindled deep within, They still laughed, My eyes watered,feelling a sting. Foam at my mouth, Stupid urge to pout. Distracting the feeling of fall, Shouts all around. Abhorrent playground. No one continued to notice the frail,pale boy on the ground. Ardor of death, Feeling of dread, Tasting someone's cold breath, My soul,wispy,fragile threads. Suddenly my eyes closed, Devoid of feeling, My end fate chosed. -Firefly

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Sep 28, 2014

Sep 28, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

freefirefly

Death Ink

The ink crawled down my throat, Mixing with the blood, Without a boat. They sneered at the dare, Cruel friends, Open-mouthed stare. A fire kindled deep within, They still laughed, My eyes watered,feelling a sting. Foam at my mouth, Stupid urge to pout. Distracting the feeling of fall, Shouts all around. Abhorrent playground. No one continued to notice the frail,pale boy on the ground. Ardor of death, Feeling of dread, Tasting someone's cold breath, My soul,wispy,fragile threads. Suddenly my eyes closed, Devoid of feeling, My end fate chosed. -Firefly

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It came to me then, that every second i spent thinking about you, is a tiny waste of my life, and just now i realize that loving you is just pointless as staring at my shoes, and the tattoo of the heart with YOU&I; i tattoed on my back nows only give me regrets, and even feelling all this hatred when i see you my heart aches so hard thats is almost impossible to breathe, why? just why? why i cant forget you or just try to move on? why everything around me just reminders me of you? why i cant live a life without you in? Because i'm a stupid person or because you are my true one? I dont have a answer and i hope you too, so i can accept my fate of lonely one, of a single bird in a tree, of a single cell in a living being, of a drop of rain in nigth

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Oct 5, 2015

Oct 5, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC

expo-86

Love, Love

It came to me then, that every second i spent thinking about you, is a tiny waste of my life, and just now i realize that loving you is just pointless as staring at my shoes, and the tattoo of the heart with YOU&I; i tattoed on my back nows only give me regrets, and even feelling all this hatred when i see you my heart aches so hard thats is almost impossible to breathe, why? just why? why i cant forget you or just try to move on? why everything around me just reminders me of you? why i cant live a life without you in? Because i'm a stupid person or because you are my true one? I dont have a answer and i hope you too, so i can accept my fate of lonely one, of a single bird in a tree, of a single cell in a living being, of a drop of rain in nigth

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I don't see the point of your glare Staring, and calling me unfair There is no need to feed My overflowing despair. You say my eyes seem empty And lack of emotion, Well, it was no lie When they said eyes Reflect what's inside. I am not heartless On the contrary, I got so much of it That I can't stand it Feelling everything I wish I was hearless. But what did you expected I was promised the sky And got thrown to the ground.

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC

j-valle

Falling.

I don't see the point of your glare Staring, and calling me unfair There is no need to feed My overflowing despair. You say my eyes seem empty And lack of emotion, Well, it was no lie When they said eyes Reflect what's inside. I am not heartless On the contrary, I got so much of it That I can't stand it Feelling everything I wish I was hearless. But what did you expected I was promised the sky And got thrown to the ground.

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My feet are planted- but not permantly. Being around you- has made me see. There's a storm inside me- wanting to let go. The things you say- but the things you show. Doubt and furry come quite fast- being with you will not last. The vibe that I get from you- doesn't make me happy, but blue. Damaged and broken is where I've been- looking for peace, going out on a limb. From inside me a warm light grows- feelling His primise, what He says shows.

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Mar 24, 2013

Mar 24, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC

butterfly

March

My feet are planted- but not permantly. Being around you- has made me see. There's a storm inside me- wanting to let go. The things you say- but the things you show. Doubt and furry come quite fast- being with you will not last. The vibe that I get from you- doesn't make me happy, but blue. Damaged and broken is where I've been- looking for peace, going out on a limb. From inside me a warm light grows- feelling His primise, what He says shows.

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my thoughts are like cars racing faster than light my not so balanced life is over flowing the door to my mind is locked, and the key is missing i can’t find any answers before I find it the lights in my eyes are broken the cranes holding up my lips are not strong enough the ink in my fingers is used up, now they are just bleeding out the ink my life is one big equation, that doesn’t seem to be able to solve i’m swallowing my words as shots i’m feelling drunk and I wake up every day, with a very bad hangover remembering what yesterday was like and the pain is making me wanna drink again it’s an evil never ending circle (s.m)

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Oct 31, 2014

Oct 31, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC

SMN

imagery

my thoughts are like cars racing faster than light my not so balanced life is over flowing the door to my mind is locked, and the key is missing i can’t find any answers before I find it the lights in my eyes are broken the cranes holding up my lips are not strong enough the ink in my fingers is used up, now they are just bleeding out the ink my life is one big equation, that doesn’t seem to be able to solve i’m swallowing my words as shots i’m feelling drunk and I wake up every day, with a very bad hangover remembering what yesterday was like and the pain is making me wanna drink again it’s an evil never ending circle (s.m)

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I wake up early, day after day Get my coffee, feed the cats My head's so full of those horrible bats This sinking feelling just won't go away It's all up to me To make that choice It doesn't have to be this way I just want to be happy For just one day

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC

GailForceWinds

My Choice

I wake up early, day after day Get my coffee, feed the cats My head's so full of those horrible bats This sinking feelling just won't go away It's all up to me To make that choice It doesn't have to be this way I just want to be happy For just one day

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She didn’t miraculously wake up with a whole bottle of ***** or whiskey in her hands ,Infact she hated the first sip of it. The tingling sensation on her soft lips and tongue was not really something she loved.But she sipped on; slowly and lost in thoughts. Hoping every bitter gulp would drown the emptiness that was slowly engulfing her pure innocent soul. She hoped the pain ailing her would all be gone in the morning and she would be happy, free and unscarred. But it was a fantasy cut short by the unfriendlly world she found herself in.Her search for love met by a million heartbreaks.Her passion in life crushed by a corrupt,rotten system.Dreams of a happy family gone in a split flash. Friends slipping away before she could stop them. How could she dare to trust again? So she sipped on and on,danced wild and hard...One glass after another until she couldn’t feel a thing.She wished the feelling would last ;of a freed body,soul and mind but alas! It never came to pass. I know her too well, I feel the weight of the anger flowing through her veins,I feel her struggle in every letter on this page. The solace she finds in her glass of ***** is heavenly. It takes her to a safe place where she doesn’t have to turn and toss sleeplessly all night.where she can laugh,jump and dance without a worry;all by herself. She has been judged a million times but she still wont trade her bottle.for it never walks out on her,never betrays her trust, never demands more than she can give,always there when she feels like giving up. And in silence, her bottle understands and keeps her secrets like no human can. So if you meet her,leave her to sip her drink in peace.for if you can’t be as loyal as her bottle,then she doesn’t need you at all.

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Aug 21, 2017

Aug 21, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC

purity-kimani

HER BOTTLE IS LOYAL..

She didn’t miraculously wake up with a whole bottle of ***** or whiskey in her hands ,Infact she hated the first sip of it. The tingling sensation on her soft lips and tongue was not really something she loved.But she sipped on; slowly and lost in thoughts. Hoping every bitter gulp would drown the emptiness that was slowly engulfing her pure innocent soul. She hoped the pain ailing her would all be gone in the morning and she would be happy, free and unscarred. But it was a fantasy cut short by the unfriendlly world she found herself in.Her search for love met by a million heartbreaks.Her passion in life crushed by a corrupt,rotten system.Dreams of a happy family gone in a split flash. Friends slipping away before she could stop them. How could she dare to trust again? So she sipped on and on,danced wild and hard...One glass after another until she couldn’t feel a thing.She wished the feelling would last ;of a freed body,soul and mind but alas! It never came to pass. I know her too well, I feel the weight of the anger flowing through her veins,I feel her struggle in every letter on this page. The solace she finds in her glass of ***** is heavenly. It takes her to a safe place where she doesn’t have to turn and toss sleeplessly all night.where she can laugh,jump and dance without a worry;all by herself. She has been judged a million times but she still wont trade her bottle.for it never walks out on her,never betrays her trust, never demands more than she can give,always there when she feels like giving up. And in silence, her bottle understands and keeps her secrets like no human can. So if you meet her,leave her to sip her drink in peace.for if you can’t be as loyal as her bottle,then she doesn’t need you at all.

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