#poems about feelings

[lunawintress]

I really appreciate you ❤️

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Flambe

-

Go on and worship me.

I'll let the flames

Ignite and swallow me whole.

I'll burn from the inside,

With a smile,

Watch me take control.

Try not to be surprised,

When you see how fast I change.

You think you know all about fire,

But I burn hotter in the rain.

x

[herheartdisplayed]

I was always nothing

Too fat, too flat

Makeup not well-kept

An insecure mess with a smile

But to them I seemed steady

I only shake from the inside

So they continued to tell me how they felt

Now I track what I eat

I spend more time getting ready

But still I’m occasionally rocked

An insecure mess with a smile

They tell me I’m pretty

But in the end at what cost?

[counstance]

[allmpoems]

May [9/9/24]

may flowers grow from your ribs

and may moss cover your limbs

i ask that you'll return

to the earth that brought you in

may the deer graze near your bones

may your legacy remain intact

may you forever go forward

and may you fondly look back

may your skull wear a crown of roses

and may your body be adorned

may your memory be golden

and may it never once be scorned

may your death be peaceful

and ready, and true

and may they now feel the love

that they all had for you

[lissasinclair]

I can recall that magic moment

When you first came into my sight

Like fleeting vision, like an omen

Of pure beauty and delight.

So often in my dark surrender,

In stressful days of mundane race

I heard your voice so sweet and tender

And dreamed of your delightful grace.

As years passed and storms got stronger

I lost my dreams to mundane race

I could recall your voice no longer

I could not see your lovely face.

Inprisoned in my desperation

Dragged into misery and strife,

Without God and inspiration

Without tears, love and life.

And then one day my soul awoken

And you came back into my sight

Like fleeting vision, like an omen

Of pure beauty and delight.

My heart beats fast in admiration

And resurrected spirit of

Divinity, and inspiration

And ever tears, life and love.

Alexander Pushkin / To *** / 1825 / translated into English by Nina Milova

[mxmorbidmidnight]

The Verdict (an original poem)

the new version of this poem, I have previously released some of it. It's the story of when the tics came on, I thought it was the end.

[ilovebooksandyou]

[poetrybynoone]

[ak-harper-loves-fiction]

Untitled Poem I Wrote

Sometimes, I feel like a fragment

Like I’m just a part of who I used to be

And my emotions have gone stagnant 

I look at myself and ask “Is this me?”

I gaze at the mirror, questioning my eyes

This can’t be right, this can’t be real

Is this life I have just a disguise?

Why can’t this Godforsaken mask just peel?

One body, so many people

Everything I say is a lie

I can’t even be honest at the steeple

Too many feelings, so I suck them up dry

I revisit my past and tremble in fear

I don’t wanna see it, I don’t wanna know it

But when I do, everything is clear

You are the one who crushed my identity to bits

[lunawintress]

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Missed

-

Maybe we are not more than the sum of our parts,

But God,

I wanted to be.

I've never been more sure of anything

Than I was of you,

And I studied archery as a child-

And maybe it was never about my form,

Or my heart-

Maybe the arrow was too rigid,

And I became unbending.

Maybe the archer's paradox was more a lesson,

And maybe in my determination to love you,

I landed just a little too far

To the left.

x

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.. @nosebleedclub April 7th; Arrow

[asphodelpoetry]

i will make you villainous;

the same way i will make you a saint

[thedomesticanthropologist]

June 2nd

Soft whirring and clicking fills the dust-stuffed, late afternoon sunbeam-illuminated study that exists only within myself.

Rolodex shifting, textured paper of my thoughts soaking in the sweat-damp of my fingertips until I am dry

Sorting stiff cards back and forth, some yellow-aged and others fresh-printed

Click. Click, whirr. Shift. Sigh.

Each label stamped so clearly, so deliberately in firm, confident black ink.

What to do. Why to do it.

Hobbies, projects, dreams, hopes, futures. Steps forward

Click, click, whirr. Shift. Sigh.

If only I could fumble my shifting, indecisive moves thoroughly enough to earn a paper cut

Maybe the stinging sharpness will spark some decision, blossoming red wetness staining a card,

Tempting me to pluck it and make a decision.

Click. Click. Click. Whirr.

Time passes.

I have made no choices.

Nothing happens.

Click, click, whirr.

Shift.

Sigh.

[counstance]

‘between the crevices of my fingers and the lines of the palm, you reside.

within the folds of my heart and the chambers of my soul, you belong.

on the tip of my tongue and the curve of my lips, you stay.

in the hollows of my rib cage and the valleys of my chest, you live.

map out my arteries, weave yourself into my veins.

let the blood coursing through me sing your name, let the bones inside me be yours to keep.

embed your fingerprints into my flesh, make the spaces between my knuckles a home.

write your title onto my body, let the words etch themselves into my skin.

so that the day you are gone, inimitable, in every way, your existence will live on in me.’

— coucou coco