Poems About Feelings Novels & Stories

It feels like concrete drying in my chest. This heartbreak was unexpected, as they always are - top of the world one minute and cut down the next. There is no love in this world, only people using other people. They are in denial if they think otherwise, or perhaps in their mental weakness, they cannot accept other people or even themselves for what they are.

"If it was a piece of paper, I would tear it. If it was a bottle, I would break it, if it was a wall, I would tear it down - But it's my heart" ~Mahmoud Darwish The words sunk so deeply, creating a large gap in my soul. There was just something so devastatingly beautiful about romantic poetry, I loved it to no end. The idea of loving someone to the point that you yearn for them, their very person, every inch of their skin, every habit of theirs, every peculiar trait is picked, loved and immortalized.

“If I ever love you, “I’ll never be like the scrambling trumpet creepers, showing off by your branch high up in the sky; “I must be a ceiba near you, standing beside you as a tree. “Our roots, holding the earth tightly; our leaves touching each other in the clouds. With each passing wind, we send our regards to each other, but nobody can understand our language. You have your tough branches made of copper and iron, like falchions, like swords, and also like halberds. “I have my blooming red flowers, like heavy sighs, but they can also be like heroic flames. “We share the cold waves, the wind, the lighting, and the thunder; We share the fog, the mountains, and the rainbow. As if we are always

Each rustling leaf seemed to whisper secrets of the universe, secrets that only nature and kindred souls could decipher. With the soft rustle of leaves as a backdrop, I closed my eyes for a fleeting moment. The sensation of the wind against my skin became a canvas for the flood of emotions that surged within me. It was as if the very air I breathed had transformed into an elixir of vitality, filling my lungs with rejuvenating energy that mirrored the vivacity of our love.

Now the fear I felt for her had been elevated to a whole other level that almost made me weak in the knees to think about. “How the hell did this happen?” I asked myself aloud as I turned off the water. I stepped out of the stall in an almost stupor, shaking my head to clear it as I tried to remember everything I’d ever heard about falling in love. I know one thing; the poets are full of shit. Their flowery bullshit doesn’t come anywhere near what I’m feeling. I might have to turn to national geographic for that because what I feel is very close to what I’d expect from something in the animal kingdom. Now I’m comparing myself to something that doesn’t have plausible thumbs or thought.

Unspoken waves surged in Celine's heart, rushing down like a waterfall from a great height. She read that line with a quivering chest, filled with a mix of emotions—joy, gratitude, and even a hint of happiness. Was this what they called love? Even without a meeting, a simple line from him could shake her heart. Even without his voice, a string of characters could sway her feelings. Truly, the power of that one feeling, called love, was magnificent.

I opened it, flipping through the pages until I found a particular poem that Eve had marked. As I read the words, I felt a surge of emotion. It was a poem about love, about the fear of losing someone you care about. I felt like the poet was speaking directly to me, telling me to take a chance, to tell Eve how I feel. I closed the book, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell Eve how I feel, no matter the risk. I was lost in thought, my mind consumed by the poem and my feelings for Eve. Suddenly, I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

He felt like something was closing instead. Not physically. But emotionally. And that made everything feel more real than it had before.

She has never felt this much happiness. She was feeling heart fluttering and filled with love. When we fall in love, everything seems pleasurable and happy. All we want is to be around that person who becomes our other half. Love is like a gift, like fresh water to a person who has been thirsty for age, a miracle in need. A person who is incapable of love is the saddest and depressed person in the world.

Who won’t be admired by his angelic and manly voice? I feel complete The flowers bloom, my morning shines And I can see My heartbeat beats faster suddenly. I don’t know what I am feeling. I think, there’s a wrong with me. Your love is like the sun That lights up my whole world I feel the warmth inside He looked at my direction that made me shocked. He returned his sight to the monitor of karaoke. Your love is like the river That flows down through my veins I feel the chill inside I don’t know if this feeling is still okay and tolerable. I don’t know what to do anymore...