Poems About Feelings Novels & Stories

There was a way, I just needed to find it and Jasper could help me, I could feel it. I picked out a book that was filled with poems and sat back down on the chair. I started reading each page, the words were beautiful. ’As the rain pours down I feel your love. As the wind blows I hear your voice. As the birds sing I can see your eyes. For your memory is something that never died’ ’A rose with thorns is my tale of love. The beauty as majestic as the petals, the feeling as lovely as the color, the heartbreak as painful as the stabs’

I pulled one out at random, a collection of poetry, and began to read. I sat on the couch, surrounded by the silence of the beach house, lost in the words of the poetry book. The verses spoke of love, loss, and longing. I felt a pang in my chest as I read, recognizing the emotions that had been swirling inside me. The poet's words were like a mirror, reflecting my own thoughts and feelings back at me.

It was at that point that a poem came to mind; “What is this strange feeling called? Like an empty can I feel void of emotions, void of life I feel the silence strangling life off me I want to scream I want to shout But no, The only thing that came out is a noise, not even loud enough to show just how I feel”

Today my tears slowed for a moment And the words began to flow,so I want to talk to you mama about all the things that I think you should know I miss you, I feels the pain Of loss and grief and misery, Of never seeing you again. Sometimes l feel quite angry That you left when you promised to stay, Sometimes I feel abandoned Because you chose to go away. I worry that we failed you, I'm scared l let you down, And although you decided to leave me I wish you were still here now. I wonder if I could have done more, Even though I know that we tried, I understand this is forever, I feel empty, deep inside.

Is this what it feels like getting hurt? Feeling somewhat defeated, I bid her a farewell. I know that only for now, only for this moment, I will back away. Come tomorrow night, I will try again, and if I do not succeed, I shall keep on trying. She has stirred an emotion that feels exhilarating, it is like adrenaline that speeds through my veins. Yes, I am a moth to a flame, a moth that is going to get burned and, by all means, burn me over and over again.

You know, I’d like to brush your hair when things go ugly, as in when a tsunami hits the seawall and there’s no one to fix your hair out of fear. I will celebrate your eyes’ uncalculated blink as it might change the season from tinder-parched mornings to being 84 and still writing you poems. You know, I’d like to see you cry, laugh at people off to work, because you’re edged to clear the skies of jinx and throat-clogged pretensions. The paddling mallards, oh, I want to count

When the vast expanse of sky was enveloped in darkness, we realized who we were. I am getting tired of explaining how your eyes are like a galaxy in a bottle and how your lips shine like a crescent moon in the darkness. You are, without a doubt, my walking poetry. However, these are merely common analogies. Every time I fall, I feel like a leaf that has dried out and lost its sheen, but you have painted me a warm green under the soft colors of the sun's rays. I feel like I am falling into autumn with you.

I went first, blocking out everything as the words came to me; my poem was about my life and all the pain I'm going through. "I am fear and pain, I wonder if those are all I feel, I hear the voices in my head yelling, I see how those feelings eat us up inside, I want it all to end but that's just wishful thinking, I am fear and pain, I pretend that those feelings don't exist in me, I feel happiness once in a while, but the feelings ends before it even begins, I stare at a blank canvas, because that's what my life is empty, I worry that I will never get out of this hole I'm in, I cry everyday wishing it will all end. I am fear and pain. I recognize that life isn't fair. I believe it will impr

"I am all alone without you, My days are dark without a glimpse of you, But, now that you came into my life I feel complete, The flowers bloom, the morning shines and I can't see......" He did things to her lips and tongue that she had never experienced. But, it felt incredibly sweet. "Your love is like the sun, That lights up my whole world, I feel the warmth inside, Your love is like a river, That flows down through my veins, I feel the chill inside, Your love, your love....."

It is an important document to be emailed to investors, investors he needed to support his international cause. However, my mind was diverted to what my ex therapist, Dr Guaven said. He said “It’s not your fault that you feel the urge to date and dump when you like. It’s a normal phase to go through after the loss of a loved ones, Don’t be hard on yourself. Try to accept the love they give you” Till now I haven’t met the right one yet. I take a look at the proposal again and sent it to Claudia after giving up on trying to read it.