"sentimentally" poems
Alone I sail across the formidable sea,
Many men have drowned in this stormy weather!
Will the waves devour me to my death?
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
My mind is fatigued by feeling of doubts
As my body has fought many hours to survive
And navigate the dinghy in search of land-
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
Shivering silently in the darkness
My spirit crushed by the ravenous rain!
Should I surrender to the sea of pain?
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
In the brink of suffering and strife,
I realise I am powerless against nature-
Only heaven can bless me with the breath of life.
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
In the chaos, I made a personal prayer
And felt my soul submit to a serene state
As I ask the Lord to decide my fate-
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
For the first time in my vulnerable state-
I felt the love of the Lord embrace my spirit
And all the fears and doubts dissipate –
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
I realise life should move in a motion
Where love tames the wild weather of life
And relinquish all dark emotions-
So the force of the Wind of Destiny can awake!
With this new knowledge,
My spirit renews with vibrant vigour
As the truth of life finally been acknowledge
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
The sun wakes up from her sleep
The waves gently rocks the sail boat
The cloud calms down from her weep.
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
I feel my spirit soar
Like seagulls roaming across the sky
For I finally tasted the joy of God’s grace.
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
What lands shall be discovered?
I do not know what tomorrow will behold
Only courage and determination it will be uncovered
The force of the Wind of Destiny has awaken!
Staring sentimentally at the Sunrise
I feel the fiery breaths of the wind
Blowing my sail boat across the vast ocean.
Where will the Wind of Destiny lead me?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
On love and astral travelling,
Through the stars we're wandering,
On the universe we're pondering,
My eternal love, Napoleon,
Intangible man, but full of fun,
Our jewelled cloak of stars,
We've journeyed from afar,
Shape shifting, glittering,
On love and astral travelling,
I'm no Carlos Santana,
I have no scarlet bandana,
I am the oestrogen,
Old Josephine,
Where haven't we been?
I have no testosterone,
You're my "Yes, master!" Napoleon---
On love and astral travelling,
Sentimentally wandering,
Are you Angelus or Incubus?
Reminiscing, reflecting,
Comical groupies for loving,
On love and astral travelling......
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
to love me like how you love your
cheap hmart wine, to sentimentally sip
at me until you are tipsy and having a
good time; and if i have nothing more to
give, set my empty self on a distant shelf—
forever is a paradise, even if to only ever
hear your laughter from the sidelines
Feb 28, 2024
Feb 28, 2024 at 1:14 AM UTC
Steal my heart
or still my heart
It makes no difference, just
filling the silence till
he says he loves me (tomorrow?
maybe never again).
So if you ask me to come I'll come
but don't you dare bore me
sentimentally
I'll put out (my cigarette in your eye).
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
So while I was enduring hordes of fear, the path to clarity eventually became clear
Because all I needed was for you to be here.
I've always held you dear, wishing you were near, or that next to me you could reappear.
Sometimes I can't even bring about a smile as I gaze in the mirror.
It helps to be aware of the happiness you've attained.
I know I once brought the feelings unto you, and I still feel a little strange.
Locked up tight in a cellar in my heart, the feelings have remained.
Thinking of the years they've sustained, I pray for situations like This we could be trained.
Next to none know of the magic when we stared into each others' eyes..
Everything happened so fast, but it was a more-than-delightful surprise!
Even as ships capsized, I knew somehow we still had our ties.
But I felt lost for so long, probably because of my emotionally driven tries.
A ray of sunshine, a beautiful soul.
A piece of my heart you inadvertantly stole.
With such a little role, potentially never again will I be or feel whole.
I'm unaware of my own control, and to myself I have taken a toll.
Your spirit lifts me enough to want to make improving myself the goal.
Whether or not again our paths cross..
I am making peace with the time lost,
Though still wishing our moments were equipped with a pause,
While regretting never fully telling you how many times you left me with awes..
I just wanted to tell you that I miss you.
I'd hoped I could blame things on a miscue,
But instead I take solace in time I misused.
All I've ever wanted to know is,
Did you ever feel any of this too?
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
Every night i lay in my bed
thinking,
trying to picture what tomorrow will bring,
But these visions have limitations to what lay
ahead,
Mass destruction of the mind very hard to hide,
what is it that i fear most?
i don't know,
these dreams can't be interpreted,
a state of entropy i'm in,
Day dreaming of a glossy life,
In silence and tranquillity,
at night so glum as a glue,
or am i scared of the future responsibilities that
awaits?
It may be near when it seems so far,
Is that what i truly fear?
i can hear myself think,
as i feel my inner voice grating on my nerves,
this sincere tone & eloquent words arousing me
to reality,
my head propped up n both side,
realizing the thing i fear most is been me,
these words are brewing in my mind,
Or is it the mistakes i have made due to human
fallibility?
i can't keep wallowing sentimentally,
due to the fear of the unknown,
All i have to do is focus on the future,
In other not to jeopardize what lays head,
with tension & pressure,
Its time i confide in me,
Life will always have its twist and turns.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
If you can remember any memory,
Real or Not
what would that memory be?
...
A question I've always asked myself.
If I could remember the times when we
held pinkies, or walked together
slept on a chair without a care
when we made moments matter
Sometimes, I wonder if those memories
were the same to you as for me
cause they felt all too real
They were moments where
it felt like
you were reaching out
and yet now
there's this ineffable distance
as if.. those memories were never real
It's sad to think that those moments
are your losses
cause I embraced it
and held it sentimentally
Was it my mistake?
What have I done?
To make you forget reality
and changed it with blank memories
...
If I were to remember a memory
Real or Not
I would remember you smiling at me
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
Sometimes i don't even know how i feel,
It feels like the mountain have been mounted upon
me,
the views are becoming blurring,
My heart keeps melting every night
as these problems accumulate in 4 letters,
"Lost"
My life is a puzzle,
i need someone to break it down,
My heart is fragile,
be careful how you handle me,
My words are becoming empty,
please understand how i feel,
i look minor when i stare in the mirror,
you can hardly tell cause this pain feast on my soul
It hurts me, it bite's me, it consumes me
i only look up to the provider,
as i wait for the stars for directions,
My heart keeps crashing,
when those memories trigger my emotion,
i need someone to believe in me,
Someone who won't judge me by my mistakes &
errors,
These tears won't let me think straight,
If you are to count my tears in numbers and
figures ,
you would probably be going to a million
My head keeps running in circles,
i need directions to the finish line
Truly lost am i in a huge world,
Every step forward looks like I'm on reverse,
i need to look ahead this obstacles in other to
revive myself,
You think you know how i feel?
How about been shot 55times without bleeding?
Apparently that's how i feel,
My future may be shining ,
But i have to trace the light,
in other no to be caught in darkness
You all said you were gonna be here,
i trusted you,
Yet again I'm here all alone with my shadow,
When i cry i bleed,
When i bleed i pen
Life kicks me like a ball,
Plays me like a tennis,
Takes me up & down like a roller coaster,
The cotton maybe closing on me,
but there is a brighter day above this walls,
Every night is a stormy night,
as these tears form a deep ocean
enough to drown a fast boat,
The past i will never forget,
Tomorrow i look forward to,
Life is but a moment,
i can't keep wallowing sentimentally,
to this statement of expression,
Cause my intention has always been my reaction,
i am running out of ink,
i think life is becoming so cruel everyday,
i will continue to pen these words,
till i know exactly how i feel,
I'm going back to the start.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Every moment was like a dream, a memory.
Memories of odes, ballads with allegory
Every random smile, Every warm touch
Every single tear that was felt too much
Moments that we were happy, sad, and crazy
Were more than just consuetudinary.
To others, these days, these moments may seem ordinary
But to me, I held them sentimentally
These memories, I held tightly
Made me feel more uneasy
It'd remind me that we are to separate
And it'd bring me to a more depressing state
But these memories where I see you smiling
Make me want to stop crying
With each memory that flashes in my head
Make me smile more and more instead
So I hope you'd be happy wherever you are
It's not like you'd be gone and be so far
I'lll be there whenever you need me
Let's see each other sometime, maybe for tea?
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
*sentimentally tattooed
permanently scarred
a colorfast spectrum
unrequited amnesia
autonomous dreams
bright grey dawns
perpetual emotion
forward momentum
one track bind*
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
There are nights when I cried so much I thought I'd wilt,
That all the colour would drain from me,
That all the life in me, all the air in my lungs
Would escape me and I would just stop.
Like an old clock, I would stop ticking.
People would still look at me and find me useful,
I'm sentimentally valuable.
But I am never to work properly again,
Eventually, they'll stop looking.
There's always hope.
I hurt so deeply, I hope I wilt.
May 11, 2013
May 11, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
An uncanny 60 degree afternoon.
Light generously pours itself in through the bathroom window.
Smoke dances around her, as everything should. She takes a drag.
"I haven't done this in ages," she says, in a serene voice we haven't heard in ages.
"the smoke is prettier."
What was prettier was the Victorian structure that once stood by the window. She glances sentimentally at the sacred remains.
But now she has more room to breathe, now she has light.
An illuminated limb brings itself to a pair of carnation pink lips.
She takes another drag.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Lay back
ponder things
as times consumes
sentimentally speak through your mind
and let your chaotic soul
dealt it with complexity
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
I / Passion
I never met someone
who I could fall in love with
– abandoned, it was what I said,
trying to fool the *****
Crazy is the foreigner's heart
who I allow myself to fall in love with,
even if I've already been born
with dead heart
– peaceful, it was what she said,
trying not to delude me.
Hollow is the lady's heart
who pretended to love without being loving
– convinced, it was what I said,
trying to forget her.
I never met you sentimentally,
because in life, we have to go and find
the best of each day
which fills empty of our hearts,
otherwise, we will die unhappy
– charmed, it was what she said.
II / Consideration
I died with
what people appreciate a lot,
and gradually I realize how
irrelevant my despair was.
Gratitude is maybe what I must feel...
although there's a bigger feeling.
III / Promise
I'll walk through lonely streets,
trying to forget what I felt
while I expect infinity of my heart
finish and change to better.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Don't exaggerate the price
paid to meet the pay off.
Ms. Magdalene oiled up a
pair of great feet only after
turning a blind eye too many,
to forced entries.
No sooner.
If you give pain a false address,
no one will visit.
They'll leave sentimentally
orphaned flowers at wrong doors.
You won't even answer your own
door knocking on itself, you hide.
As time chisels your sacrificial altar...
candles huddle closer and closer
for warmth, even as they burn.
Surrounded by answered prayers,
growing hungry for acknowledgement.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
shame sentimentally suffices some sacrament: strange secondary seekers safely scout such suffrage so suddenly, shake spurious susceptibility southward so strangers seem superficial; supposing such simple servants survive such sycophantic schools sans shouting, scraping, sifting, straightforward striking; some surmise something sustains, something stinks. see? sure. self-sustainable, sick, staggeringly stupid ****
subtle **** slip sliding southward, stopping such sudden shudderance.
safe, she says?
soon such seas seem superfluous so... success: scream success! shake secondary security, say secrets, sratch surfaces, scrape sentimental sand so shapes shift sooner; similarly scrub seemingly subtle scars, seven seconds, second severance, something so subliminally separate simplifies shifting solace, sacrificing so solemly saturday's superficial stars.
such sweet serendipity.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
She endeavor sentimentally to enliven chocolate
till we're both finally in a rotunda as sweet
and intuitively match with just a Hershey's kiss
while a distraction is like something on screen
with their soundtrack and film avant-garde today.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
They’d fallen in love
as some young people do—
so that lust might rationally increase.
Their bright, valentine-red-blood fairly beat for love.
It’s good that we can name a thing—
describe it and classify it, so it’s out there,
fact-like, in the flimsy, indefinite poetry-verse
It was a day for it, as the sun, that most followed star,
was a carnotite paintball-splotch against a sky stitched of turquoise
and the quality of the light was sentimentally beyond reproach.
Their gallant love seemed to cast a radiance too, a bright, collateral light, which was of greater reassurance than any by-rote, muttered words.
No one denied the ambition of their love, it was both a mess and a revelation. And no one could pretend the moment was ordinary, that the atoms that spun and gripped our world together weren’t woven yet more inseparable by their union.
The greatest, alas, may choose to bless or deny that such a miracle as love, lasts.
.
.
Songs for this:
Under Your Spell by Snow Strippers
You Can Have It All by Yo La Tengo
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 12:16 AM UTC
the compliments were gone
away with my faint personality
sentimentally wrong
sensing brutality against me
informality
showing off
glass in my head
different people
dressed differently
voice difference
unfelt in my age class
I decide to rip
my lies open to view
clinching
seeing the the bright hue
cut and fall through
the paper walls
out of the blue i come
compliments are gone
not even self-confident
my problems are a sport
i would do something
but that's the last resort
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 8:48 AM UTC
You were the calming moonlight
Through skies of moonshine and loneliness
Surrounded by the fog and the thunder
And yet seen only as an omen of hope
A kaleidoscope of memories
But now they're just engulfed
In a cloud of powdered emery
I know the words you spoke
Were not spoken accidentally
I know the way you felt for me was not coincidentally
The same way I did
So tell me why, sentimentally,
I look at our photos and cry
(Physcially and mentally).
I know the day you left
Was not just incidentally
The same day that I told you:
(Regretfully)
I love you.
And you know that I know,
You loved me too.
Unforgettably.
- p. winter
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC
It's Sunday, that I know. Also that
the new year will start on the same day
as the new week will, it seems appropriate.
Not that that would make any difference,
we will get confused anyway.
With all the promises in the air,
like the tiny ghosts of unborn
children that will bring laughter
into our lives, supposedly.
That is, unless you are old enough
as to not to promise anything anymore,
we are very much aware that the first person
that will get disappointed will be ourselves.
All of those who will be coming back home
tomorrow, to fight for what we think
is best for us, all of us who will be starting
the year with ash running out from our hands,
still sentimentally moved by the same songs,
old dogs trying to learn new tricks
but failing miserably, as we let time
run out. We all will be there.
Maybe the me from five years ago will no longer
recognize himself. He will be here to,
confused, afraid, and looking into the future.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC