Poems About Feelings Novels & Stories

I had discovered іt lооkіng thrоugh thе poetry ѕесtіоn іn mу usual fаvоurіtе hаunt, the lіbrаrу. Thе emotions I hаd felt devouring еvеrу ѕіnglе word, mу heart suddenly felt ѕо hеаvу. Thе wоrdѕ wеrе ѕо beautiful I was filled wіth ѕuсh ѕаdnеѕѕ. Wоuld I еvеr find ѕоmеоnе whо would lоvе mе wіth ѕо muсh intensity? Wоuld thеіr words hold ѕо much соnvісtіоn?

I can almost see and feel the house walls draw in closer , boxing us in and suffocating us in this small space. The weather outside is sunny and merry , the birds are flying by whistling out a tune that brings joy to our hearts… but… our hearts are far from being joyful. Within us , a storm rages. For some , it feels like their hearts are being drowned in sorrow while others are raging from bitter sorrow and anger.

The butterflies danced in her stomach, making her so bothered and need for more but suppressed and start with the poem; "In the depths of ocean, where everything defies the law of motion, is where I have placed my emotions, in hopes that the wave will carry it's commotion. And now I am free from the ability to feel From the ability to be hurt so deep So I watch as the waves help me heal. Because if I carried my emotions I would simply breakdown and to the depths of the sea I would drown." She smiled even though she's not facing him, he could feel it. She's proud of what she created and have it memorised in her head. The poem is deep but very beautiful to his ears especially as she read it ou

I screamed angrily. Camila was in tears, and as I heard her sob, I waited for the other girls to appear. But no one showed up after a few minutes. "What do you demand, Camila? I am completely exhausted. Can you bully or prank me tomorrow instead?" I can't deal with her right now. I'm not feeling well, and my heart is aching. I wanted to punch someone or release these disturbing emotions I'm experiencing right now. Then my mind doesn't help when it flashes back to the earlier flirting scene between Olivia and Will. I want to murder someone right now. Let's call him "Will." That's the person I wanted to kill right now.

I said as I walked over to sit beside her on the bed. “I can feel your emotions all over the place, Bay. You can talk to me too you know,” she said as she laid her head over into my lap. I gently stroked her hair and said, “Would you believe that this book I am reading is what makes me feel so emotional? Dane told me that when there are deaths that traditionally there is a wake given to celebrate the lives of the ones who have passed. I feel awful that I didn’t really know those who were slain last night and maybe that is part of the emotions, but the sheer beauty of these poems and songs pulls at the heartstrings. That probably makes me sound weak, but to me it is allowing me to understand

And, finally, I am done with it. " Only this much ?" he grinned. " Is this only this much for you? You know what people remember till their last breath ?" I asked him. " Love," he replied. I shook my forefingers in the air," No, it's not. Feelings. It's feelings that hold you with it for a long time. Like when you feel something, those feelings may be indescribable because in your heart the words are always short for their descriptions. You will have them here ( pressing hands against the heart) or here ( on mind). I wanna gift her this," I explained.

He knew how much she love listening to poem, anytime she was down, poem heals her. "Really? Please tell me. Am dying to hear it." Her face got brightened with a very cheerful smile, "sweety by who?" "Samuel Taylor Choleridge." "Oh. His poems are not bad either." She sat up, leaning on him. He cleared his throat and started. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not notice the droplets of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this sadness , this pain, this heartache, A pain within t

Growling was all I heard until her sweet voice rang though them reciting Emily Dickinson, poems: “A love I can’t explain, A feeling I can barely contain, My heart so full of emotion, My feelings, so often in motion.” She spoke, “was it love I was feeling about you, hmm Alpha Christen interesting.” Micky’s eyes lifted to me, “perhaps you shouldn’t be hearing this.” “Shh,” I glared at him. He gave me a disapproving look, but didn’t say anything just sipped his coffee. She continued, “It’s like a sweet summer’s breeze,

***** “Love is a beautiful feeling but yet a strange thing. It makes you scared one moment and the other moment strengthen your hearts and soul” *****