Poems about Emotions
#emotions
Poems about emotions, here you'll find poetry about emotions. Poetry exploring what emotions are and why we feel the way we do. Poems about positive and negative emotional responses and how our emotions shape behaviour and our journey through life.
oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:44pm
Yesterday 9:44pm
in defense of what!
In the defense of what!
There is a foster child called Nato his is big and strong fed burgers all his life, his father has had enough tells him there is no pocket money at all He has to go to his family in Europe ask them to support him, but they will not because they sold the family silver long ago, Nato sinks into despair and disappear from public life, except for a bar called EU’s run by a Portuguese bloke and his gal from Germany and according to rumors have an hot affair, but they do well with hangers on like the Norwegian who openly cried when he lost a place among those who...
There is a foster child called Nato his is big and strong fed burgers all his life, his father has had enough tells him there is no pocket money at all He has to go to his family in Europe ask them to support him, but they will not because they sold the family silver long ago, Nato sinks into despair and disappear from public life, except for a bar called EU’s run by a Portuguese bloke and his gal from Germany and according to rumors have an hot affair, but they do well with hangers on like the Norwegian who openly cried when he lost a place among those who...
#admiration
#emotions
#love
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oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:26am
Yesterday 9:26am
bath house
Jordholmen’s public bath
Back in the days of yore, few people had a shower unit they might have had bathtub that was used once a week when the whole family bathed and the loser was the dad usually with daughters by then the water in the tank was tepid
I friend of mine told of a public bathhouse, near the docks, where one could have shower in cubicle, get a towel and a bar of soap
We ran never walked back then to the bath house called Jordholmen, I didn’t have money for cuibcle, but the lady said I could share a shower with my friend, but she only gave us on towel and one bar...
Back in the days of yore, few people had a shower unit they might have had bathtub that was used once a week when the whole family bathed and the loser was the dad usually with daughters by then the water in the tank was tepid
I friend of mine told of a public bathhouse, near the docks, where one could have shower in cubicle, get a towel and a bar of soap
We ran never walked back then to the bath house called Jordholmen, I didn’t have money for cuibcle, but the lady said I could share a shower with my friend, but she only gave us on towel and one bar...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#kindness
#love
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NaughtyByNature
Tiffany143
Tiffany143
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:05am
5th Mar 2025 1:05am
Missing pieces
I miss you..
I miss the way that you lit the fire inside of me..
I miss the excitement that I feel when my eyes are about to look inside of yours..
I miss the way you dance with me in the house..
I miss how I could talk to you about anything for hours..
I miss how I'm a better me with you..
I miss the way that my hand fit inside of yours..
I miss the way your heart danced with mine..
I miss how you intoxicate me by the way that you speak..
I miss the way you would come up behind me when I was washing dishes..
I miss the way your lips felt...
I miss the way that you lit the fire inside of me..
I miss the excitement that I feel when my eyes are about to look inside of yours..
I miss the way you dance with me in the house..
I miss how I could talk to you about anything for hours..
I miss how I'm a better me with you..
I miss the way that my hand fit inside of yours..
I miss the way your heart danced with mine..
I miss how you intoxicate me by the way that you speak..
I miss the way you would come up behind me when I was washing dishes..
I miss the way your lips felt...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
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oskar
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 9:48am
4th Mar 2025 9:48am
a spring day in 1952
A day spring day 1952
It was a day in April, the boy sat by the milk ramp waited for the man, who drove from farm-to-farm, collecting milk for the Dairy in local town There was only one type of milk he knew of it was full fat and tasted smooth and creamy He, became aware of how beautiful the landscape like seeing the nature for the first time and as it tuned out it was also for the last time, his mother was back from the sanatorium He had to go to her he got a job delivering gods on his bike and never returned to the farm, but the beauty of that day has stayed with as a time of...
It was a day in April, the boy sat by the milk ramp waited for the man, who drove from farm-to-farm, collecting milk for the Dairy in local town There was only one type of milk he knew of it was full fat and tasted smooth and creamy He, became aware of how beautiful the landscape like seeing the nature for the first time and as it tuned out it was also for the last time, his mother was back from the sanatorium He had to go to her he got a job delivering gods on his bike and never returned to the farm, but the beauty of that day has stayed with as a time of...
#admiration
#emotions
#kindness #love
#kindness #love
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NaughtyByNature
Tiffany143
Tiffany143
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 3:40am
4th Mar 2025 3:40am
Just My Imagination
#emotions
#love
#redemption #TimeHeals
#redemption #TimeHeals
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oskar
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 9:33am
3rd Mar 2025 9:33am
a dreamy poem
A dreamy poem
Last night and half asleep I wrote a poem
About love not expressed but understood
A sad story of two unhappy people
Both unhappily married to someone else
I spoke the poem into the night
It sounded emotional and I cried a little
In the morning, the night poem was forgotten
I was too lazy to try to recreate its mood
Last night and half asleep I wrote a poem
About love not expressed but understood
A sad story of two unhappy people
Both unhappily married to someone else
I spoke the poem into the night
It sounded emotional and I cried a little
In the morning, the night poem was forgotten
I was too lazy to try to recreate its mood
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude #hope
#gratitude #hope
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 3:57pm
1st Mar 2025 3:57pm
a spring poem
A spring poem
I try to write a poem since it is the first of Mars
The spring sun was looking huge, but not for long
A black cloud bigger than the sun muscled in
Stop! You are trying to write a poem, not tell us
About the weather, but since you are at it did
the cloud shed cold rain
I can’t say, I was indoors in my bedroom looking out
a poet never arises before noon
I try to write a poem since it is the first of Mars
The spring sun was looking huge, but not for long
A black cloud bigger than the sun muscled in
Stop! You are trying to write a poem, not tell us
About the weather, but since you are at it did
the cloud shed cold rain
I can’t say, I was indoors in my bedroom looking out
a poet never arises before noon
#emotions
#gratitude
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Mar 2025 10:01am
1st Mar 2025 10:01am
the joke is on me
The joke is on me
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect
In a...
When I read that Starmer, when visiting Trump, had with him an invitation from the king of England, offering Trump dinner
I thought it was a joke, but it was true. Trump was flattered and accepted the invitation
Of course, he is an egomaniac who thinks he is a royal American king, and why not!
The difference between the two kings is that Trump has power and the English king is reduced to a face on loose pocket change
Is President Trump a good ruler? Well, he is autocratic and gets things done, not always with aplomb, but no one is perfect
In a...
#emotions
#hope
#respect #strength
#respect #strength
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Duice
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 00:08am
27th Feb 2025 00:08am
Alpha Male
Otherworldly lucid envisioned
insights mosaic
writing clairvoyant entranced
Quill expansive unapologetic
in complex worlds
to masculine stance
Livid thoroughbred
baptised in fire honored in flowers
of past horror stories
Survived injury carried by One
mirrored in backwoods
as night turn dark to gory
DUICE
in solidarity surveying eyes
are of no consequence its personal
Every cut healed to scar
how the star was born
vitality endured unmerciful
To reject what taps my strength
bound to weakness ...
insights mosaic
writing clairvoyant entranced
Quill expansive unapologetic
in complex worlds
to masculine stance
Livid thoroughbred
baptised in fire honored in flowers
of past horror stories
Survived injury carried by One
mirrored in backwoods
as night turn dark to gory
DUICE
in solidarity surveying eyes
are of no consequence its personal
Every cut healed to scar
how the star was born
vitality endured unmerciful
To reject what taps my strength
bound to weakness ...
#emotions
#respect
#responsibility
#sacrifice
#strength
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 3:38pm
26th Feb 2025 3:38pm
BEAUTIFUL LADY
I
know YOU sometimes
think of yourself as over
the hill; the wrinkles and
and unwanted bulges in
your body causes you to
think and utter words of
self-rejection...you "hate mirrors."
IN
the zones of middle age or older
you have retained the amazing
twinkle in your eyes; the suggestive
smile on your face and glow of
your desirable and kissable lips.
YOU
have been blessed with wisdom to
accompany your beauty; your passion
is overflowing with a fire that can only
grow hotter with age and being...
know YOU sometimes
think of yourself as over
the hill; the wrinkles and
and unwanted bulges in
your body causes you to
think and utter words of
self-rejection...you "hate mirrors."
IN
the zones of middle age or older
you have retained the amazing
twinkle in your eyes; the suggestive
smile on your face and glow of
your desirable and kissable lips.
YOU
have been blessed with wisdom to
accompany your beauty; your passion
is overflowing with a fire that can only
grow hotter with age and being...
#admiration
#emotions
#happiness
#inspirational
#love
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Ewayne
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 6:10pm
25th Feb 2025 6:10pm
She Was Never Alone
She was seven.
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her small frame,
Too sharp for her soft hands,
Too cruel for a heart that only wanted love.
She didn’t belong...at least, that’s what it felt like.
Floating through her own life, a ghost in her own skin,
Scared. Lost. Disconnected.
The nights swallowed her whole,
Darkness pressed against her like an unwanted touch.
The world wasn’t safe.
The monsters weren’t just under the bed.
They had keys to the front door.
Spoke in whispers when Mama wasn’t home.
Mama was always...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her small frame,
Too sharp for her soft hands,
Too cruel for a heart that only wanted love.
She didn’t belong...at least, that’s what it felt like.
Floating through her own life, a ghost in her own skin,
Scared. Lost. Disconnected.
The nights swallowed her whole,
Darkness pressed against her like an unwanted touch.
The world wasn’t safe.
The monsters weren’t just under the bed.
They had keys to the front door.
Spoke in whispers when Mama wasn’t home.
Mama was always...
#courage
#emotions
#hope
#strength
#TimeHeals
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 10:55pm
24th Feb 2025 10:55pm
The One I Let Go
She was a quiet kind of beautiful,
the kind that sneaks up on you,
like when you finally clean your room and realize
damn, this place had windows the whole time.
She would change her hair, her clothes,
her laugh, her favorite shade of lipstick,
spinning like a broken Rubik’s cube,
hoping one day I’d figure her out.
But I was too busy looking past her,
searching for something I already had,
too scared to hold it, too dumb to say it.
I loved her—God, I did—
but love sat in my throat like an unpaid bill,
like a...
the kind that sneaks up on you,
like when you finally clean your room and realize
damn, this place had windows the whole time.
She would change her hair, her clothes,
her laugh, her favorite shade of lipstick,
spinning like a broken Rubik’s cube,
hoping one day I’d figure her out.
But I was too busy looking past her,
searching for something I already had,
too scared to hold it, too dumb to say it.
I loved her—God, I did—
but love sat in my throat like an unpaid bill,
like a...
#disappointment
#emotions
#grief #love
#grief #love
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