Emotional Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#emotional
Stolen Haiku
Put his hand in his pocket
Couldn't buy the rose
Decided to steal her heart
Couldn't buy the rose
Decided to steal her heart
#emotional
#flowers
#love
#mirror
#rose
38 reads
2 Comments
In Disbelief
You must live in straight denial. As you stand there with a smile. You don't care about me, that's clear to see. So why do you refuse to let me be. I will never be what you want or need. No matter how much I bend or weave. I cannot believe what you have put me through. The whole time, knowing the pain you would ensue. You planned all this from day one. There was not a dammed thing I could have done. I am so tired of being under your control. I think hurting me is your only real goal. Go find someone or something else to take up your time. I no longer wish to call you mine!
#heartbroken
#breakup
#emotional #hurt
#emotional #hurt
56 reads
1 Comment
It's Shameful You Refuse To Act Your Age
"It's
shameful
you refuse
to act your age"
is what Lucy
said after seeing Mom naked
and sitting on Keith.
shameful
you refuse
to act your age"
is what Lucy
said after seeing Mom naked
and sitting on Keith.
#mother
#friendship
#fiction
#emotional
#sensual
87 reads
0 Comments
‘The Avoidance Of The Black Room…’
I’m here again.
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
Here in this room, the first room, or the other 5.
Away from the outside world, on the contrary, or am I out here while trapped inside?
This room, that room, this cell, or that hell.
How do we know we aren’t in heaven, or, in a sense, by choosing our own tumultuous endeavors for pleasure? In a hell, we created ourselves, bewildered as well as despondent. Lost sight of heaven, in this instance, for something corespondent.
The eerie silence in the air, along with the eerie subtleness of the night. Oh, how it speaks volumes within itself. Meanwhile, the...
#anxiety
#MentalHealth
#emotional
#hurt
#emotions
87 reads
0 Comments
Splitting
She has an aura, it blows peace into the air
Recall the moment you step out into the spring dawn, after yesterday’s rain
Inhale… exhale out, you are grounded.
She exudes the essence of that very spring.
You can’t help but feel the attraction of her presence.
She is magnetic. Magical.
A walking daydream, in fair skin
Then,
Without a formal notice,
She is the storm that might’ve hit the day before, to drown your delightful morning.
Well, she wound back time, somehow.
She is destruction in passive, and sometimes assertive motion ...
Recall the moment you step out into the spring dawn, after yesterday’s rain
Inhale… exhale out, you are grounded.
She exudes the essence of that very spring.
You can’t help but feel the attraction of her presence.
She is magnetic. Magical.
A walking daydream, in fair skin
Then,
Without a formal notice,
She is the storm that might’ve hit the day before, to drown your delightful morning.
Well, she wound back time, somehow.
She is destruction in passive, and sometimes assertive motion ...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#confusion
#emotional
#NaPoWriMo2024
68 reads
2 Comments
I Loved A Man
Who was proven unworthy
Filled with such undeniable fury
Who cast me in a mother's role
To which I had so deplored
So he stood there all undressed
Not giving thought to all he kissed her
As though she was nothing but a whore
He made his hand into a fist, shaking it in defiance
Wasn't a lover that he sought
For all the love that he has not
Never crossing his t's or ending
His i's with a dot
I loved a man whose love was fraught
So filled with anger and evil thoughts
...
Filled with such undeniable fury
Who cast me in a mother's role
To which I had so deplored
So he stood there all undressed
Not giving thought to all he kissed her
As though she was nothing but a whore
He made his hand into a fist, shaking it in defiance
Wasn't a lover that he sought
For all the love that he has not
Never crossing his t's or ending
His i's with a dot
I loved a man whose love was fraught
So filled with anger and evil thoughts
...
#anxiety
#heartbroken
#emotional
114 reads
24 Comments
Numb
I believed in every word that you said.
Every syllable,
Every letter went straight to my head.
To my soul.
To my heart.
It was laced with lies.
Hidden behind sweet kisses,
Long goodbyes.
It left no visible trace.
Like strychnine on lace.
When eyes met.
(not mine)
When hands touched.
(not mine)
When lips collided.
(NOT MINE)
What could I do?
What could I say?
Could not move.
Didn’t want...
Every syllable,
Every letter went straight to my head.
To my soul.
To my heart.
It was laced with lies.
Hidden behind sweet kisses,
Long goodbyes.
It left no visible trace.
Like strychnine on lace.
When eyes met.
(not mine)
When hands touched.
(not mine)
When lips collided.
(NOT MINE)
What could I do?
What could I say?
Could not move.
Didn’t want...
#betrayal
#emotional
166 reads
7 Comments
Whispers in the Shadows: Embracing the Unseen Journey
In the heart of night, beneath the moon's soft glow,
I wandered paths where shadows dance and secrets flow.
Through the corridors of memory, past the doors of Big Daddy's light,
I traced the echoes of laughter, and the whispers of the night.
Among the revelry and music, a darker tale unfolds,
Of energies unseen, of futures untold.
A dream of teeth falling out, a harbinger of despair,
A warning unheeded, floating in the air.
I stood amidst the entertainment, a sentinel in the crowd,
Bearing witness to a shadow, silent yet loud.
I reached out...
I wandered paths where shadows dance and secrets flow.
Through the corridors of memory, past the doors of Big Daddy's light,
I traced the echoes of laughter, and the whispers of the night.
Among the revelry and music, a darker tale unfolds,
Of energies unseen, of futures untold.
A dream of teeth falling out, a harbinger of despair,
A warning unheeded, floating in the air.
I stood amidst the entertainment, a sentinel in the crowd,
Bearing witness to a shadow, silent yet loud.
I reached out...
#strength
#secrets
#emotional #PersonalGrowth
#emotional #PersonalGrowth
86 reads
2 Comments
The Throb Beneath
I've gotten way more sex
by being an asshole than being a gentleman
so what's the impetus to be better
when I know my toxicity is a
secret turn on for you
secreted between thighs and all those midnight sighs
I creep and seep in spaces where your Rose
and chocolate 10 inch dildos
could never fulfill the Musk of my Masculinity
cuz God doesn't make replacement parts
objectifying acts until emotions come into play
thus the dearly departed we've become
when things don't work out...
by being an asshole than being a gentleman
so what's the impetus to be better
when I know my toxicity is a
secret turn on for you
secreted between thighs and all those midnight sighs
I creep and seep in spaces where your Rose
and chocolate 10 inch dildos
could never fulfill the Musk of my Masculinity
cuz God doesn't make replacement parts
objectifying acts until emotions come into play
thus the dearly departed we've become
when things don't work out...
#love
#sex
#humankind #emotional
#humankind #emotional
212 reads
4 Comments
Cycling a Poetic Ride
I will take my old red bike for a ride
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
when the muse sends a breeze from the hill
no matter what time, be it warmth or chill
i'll follow my feel, and Nature's tide
It may be midnight, dawn, or at dusk
when the tingle stirs a dormant nerve
i may even not be in such a hot verve
frozen with cold, or in the sun, i bask
I ride my bike sometimes at midnight
hear the engine rolling over its tires
an onomatopoeia sounds like barbed wires
sniper in the bush,lying out of sight
As i ride my bike i feel...
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
#symbolism
68 reads
2 Comments
WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS
Here I sit in my recliner with my silence of my thoughts, 🤔 for it is in these moments of lost time. WHEN I go back in time and I remember, what my grandfather use to say to me. For you will have to be your most strongest to learn, more about the establishment of life. That being trapped in a dark place for when it rains it pours, and it seems almost in possible to get out of the rain ☔☔🤨. For sometimes you just feel like giving up and you ask thyself what is the point, for it feels like the world is against you ever step you take in life. For I know I just have to...
#dialogue
#uplifting
#emotional
#metaphor
#StreamOfConsciousness
96 reads
2 Comments
perspective vs communication
half-truths and misunderstandings,
full thoughts and hurt feelings.
fear of rejection and living in my ego,
standing in your pride and burying your pain.
did you feel my implications?
did I hear your hurt?
did you see my need for recognition?
did I think about your exclusion?
did you know I was looking for your attention?
did I know you thought I was playing games?
did my silence tell you I didn't want to see you and you weren't good enough?
did yours tell me you didn't want me and I wasn't worth...
full thoughts and hurt feelings.
fear of rejection and living in my ego,
standing in your pride and burying your pain.
did you feel my implications?
did I hear your hurt?
did you see my need for recognition?
did I think about your exclusion?
did you know I was looking for your attention?
did I know you thought I was playing games?
did my silence tell you I didn't want to see you and you weren't good enough?
did yours tell me you didn't want me and I wasn't worth...
#love
#hope
#forgiveness
#confusion
#emotional
166 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Emotional Seeking Honest Critique Poems