Novel & Cerita Poems About Feelings

Then she opens the poetry anthology to the poem. A Reflection By MM de Wet (2015) a reflection of the mirror a trick of the eyes and the body what do you really feel? is that tears of joy or of sadness a emotion can easily change a dependent variable of time breaking the mirror will not fit it you will still feel the same haunted by that image of sadness anger pain or of a good memory of happiness and joy

In the night's quietude, I find release, My tears are a testimony, a plea for peace, A poem of emotions, a tapestry spun, My heart's journey beneath the stars and sun. So let the night sky hear my song, A melody of heartache, emotions strong, Abigail's feelings, like stars, shall burn, In the universe's vastness, my love shall return. ✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️✍🏻🖊️

You may be waiting for someone to stir up feelings; But if this other side goes even to the other end of the world, this poet will remain in your soul. You get fired from your job, a disgraceful thing, you give your papers, you leave work feeling broken, you feel like you are nothing. Now tell me, where is this feeling in the documents you carry? It doesn't exist, that's right. And again, you are the one who carries the feeling inside you. We go to work every day, carrying the possibility of the feeling of 'I just fired'. We all meet new people, and we all carry the feeling - "I'm in love".

I would feel anger way before feeling fear. It all started with poetry. I loved how words could be twisted, bent, molded, and weaved into something special. No one could take that away from me. Poetry could hold hidden messages that only special people understood, messages that weren't for the faint hearted. I was young when I first found a book of poetry. There were many pieces inside, but the ones that I loved most were the ones that held a certain type of depth and pain. If you asked my Beta, he'd probably just say I loved rhyming words but the twat understood close to nothing at times.

[Prepare you tissues darlings, you might need it] … "How does it feels like to burn, not in fire, but in hot dripping larva... How does it feels like to be lost, with not a single sense of direction... How does it feels like to want to tear your heart out, and rid of yourself of every single shit called emotions and feelings... How does it feels like to be lifeless and feel at peace like that is what you always wanted Not to go deep, What is the even the definition of peace?

I feel my lungs tighten, my breath becoming short, irregular. Our gazes meet, and in that instant, the world around me seems to stop. There’s no more sound, no more street, no more house, no more children, nothing. Just the two of us, frozen at that moment, as if time had frozen. It’s a silent exchange, filled with everything that’s been left unsaid, with all the things that were never spoken. Unspoken feelings float between us, like ghosts that were never exorcised. The longing I feel is almost tangible, thick, extending like an invisible veil over us.

I wish I was like that, but I wasn't. I closed my eyes for one long moment in high hopes of looking back into the windows of his love. I don't feel shit. Actually, I feel one shit. Pain? Agony? Anguish? Hurt? Jesus Christ, how many fucking synonyms of this excruciating feeling exist in the fucking dictionary. Different spelling, same fucking feeling.

After listening to Pang Tong’s poem in addition to seeing how thin Yvette looked, Darryl was heartbroken and inspired to personally write a completely new poem based on Pang Tong’s and his own emotions. The first two lines, ‘Where the idle sorrow is, it fills the sea and fills our words.’ represented how depressed Darryl felt for the past few days.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, but I won't do it again." Ashley's tears clattered down, holding back the tremor in her voice, she said, "I want to wait here for my brother to come." Secret love was probably the sweetest and most painful thing in the world. Ashley suddenly remembered the two dreams she wrote in the second year of junior high school. Stroke by stroke, the little girl wrote down the dreams that she thought would come true when her feelings were pure and hot. So she worked hard for it and kept walking towards that goal.

His feelings are reaching out to my heart, and I am sure even he can feel the intensity of my love for him in his heart. The feelings which I am experiencing are indescribable. These emotions are so pure and sacred that it feels like blasphemy to express them into words.