Long Poems About Emotions
#emotions
LEON
Inside Roare
LEON
Even if I had to break a rock with my fist,
feel how the blood foams in my veins.
Raise my sword, for your glory,
I will gladly go.
Fight like a lion.
Armor, stained with blood,
just a few pages of old parchment.
It tells who went to fight, not for glory.
He went for love, no one will know.
Like a lion, he went to protect your honor.
Like a lion, so that he could kiss your hand.
Like a lion, he went after the dream he loved,
so that he could touch you and say, I won.
Even if I...
LEON
Even if I had to break a rock with my fist,
feel how the blood foams in my veins.
Raise my sword, for your glory,
I will gladly go.
Fight like a lion.
Armor, stained with blood,
just a few pages of old parchment.
It tells who went to fight, not for glory.
He went for love, no one will know.
Like a lion, he went to protect your honor.
Like a lion, so that he could kiss your hand.
Like a lion, he went after the dream he loved,
so that he could touch you and say, I won.
Even if I...
#emotions
#inspirational
#love
#motivational
#respect
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Forbidden Thoughts
As I sit at my window watching this winter storm, I am invaded by thoughts of my past and how things could have been. I think of a particular past lover, one who knew my body like it belonged to him. I used to write often of our trists, and naughty sessions. Looking back I'm thankful I never spoke of my feelings and played it cool. The more we met and talked, the more he had me falling for him. I, of course, never let him get even a clue. I didn't want to scare him, and I didn't want it to end.
I can tell you it's true, what they say about a Latino lover. You can't help but to...
I can tell you it's true, what they say about a Latino lover. You can't help but to...
#emotions
#gratitude
#happiness
#respect
#strength
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A Picture in Words
They say a picture’s worth a thousand tales,
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
But what if the brush in your hand fails?
If canvas stays blank, colors don’t appear,
Yet your mind holds visions, vivid and clear.
With words as your palette, you start to create,
Each phrase a stroke, shaping fate,
You paint with whispers, you draw with sound,
In the listener’s heart, your art is found.
A thousand words, they say, a picture might be,
But what if your words set the soul free?
Each sentence a color, each line a hue,
Crafting a masterpiece, unique...
#emotions
#happiness
#love
#passion
#WritingPoetry
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Melancholy's secret
it's a bad day
my ache is talking to my soul
grey feelings lost in the shuffle
rise to the surface demanding attention
my sorrow speaks first
she can't reconcile hurt feelings inside me
girl, you have to deal with this
sorrow follows behind her full of emotion, tears in her eyes
they both carry the weight of forgotten need
a desire to be loved wholly without conditions
without expensive emotional price tags, my soul can't afford
with my best not always being enough
I sometimes give up
disconnecting from self...
my ache is talking to my soul
grey feelings lost in the shuffle
rise to the surface demanding attention
my sorrow speaks first
she can't reconcile hurt feelings inside me
girl, you have to deal with this
sorrow follows behind her full of emotion, tears in her eyes
they both carry the weight of forgotten need
a desire to be loved wholly without conditions
without expensive emotional price tags, my soul can't afford
with my best not always being enough
I sometimes give up
disconnecting from self...
#emotions
#love
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The Euphoria
#admiration
#emotions
#love
#lust
#sensual
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Returning on a jet plane...
(Paul Harvey used to give "...the rest of the story" on the radio. The same radio played songs that gave us a glimpse into song character's lives but are never revisited! Even worse when the singer dies! I hated that! One of the songs I always felt needed an ending was...John Denver's: "Leaving on a jet plane." So, I present...Returning on a jet plane. Dedicated to the late John Denver.
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Packed my bags again...
I'm finally coming home...
I sang the songs they wanted...
'til...I felt so all alone...
...
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Packed my bags again...
I'm finally coming home...
I sang the songs they wanted...
'til...I felt so all alone...
...
#emotions
#love
#TimeHeals
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Diary Entry...Huh
Im tired, my moms on Hospice...well she should be but she still has yet to say the word cancer stage four and sign the papers, so she's refusing the end of life care she needs, which makes it a confusing situation on the family.
Then two days ago my grandma on my dad's side had a heart attack, and after 2 units of blood and bipap machine to restore her oxygen levels, she went back downhill again, hemoglobin a 7 and now they are thinking she has lymphoma or leukemia.
I know everything happens for a reason, I'm just tired, and this is hard.
Its taking all I got to keep...
Then two days ago my grandma on my dad's side had a heart attack, and after 2 units of blood and bipap machine to restore her oxygen levels, she went back downhill again, hemoglobin a 7 and now they are thinking she has lymphoma or leukemia.
I know everything happens for a reason, I'm just tired, and this is hard.
Its taking all I got to keep...
#emotions
#strength
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Scenery Of The Pastoral Mind
Overlooking the tiny town that lies below
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
Pine trees, eucalyptus and green willow
Between whiles, darts a swift swallow
Skimming the quiet waters, and shallow
******
Overlooking the oak forest that lies beyond
Fog and mist sleeping beneath since eons
A green dark, mystical and pastoral haven
Wolf and shepherd, each one a gain is gotten
****** ...
#emotions
#faith
#morality
#motivational
#philosophical
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Decisions Need To Be Made
There's a tumor on her spleen, nodules in her lungs, and an even bigger mass than the one they removed two years ago along with her ovaries now pressing on her lower organs and prohibiting proper functions of her bladder and bowel. She called me yesterday asking me to intercede for her and talk to her Dr.
You gotta understand, my mom is such a control freak, nobody takes charge over her life, especially decisions over her health.
Yet here I was, the one who was always incompetent and stupid, now making executive decisions over her care.
It's all so...
You gotta understand, my mom is such a control freak, nobody takes charge over her life, especially decisions over her health.
Yet here I was, the one who was always incompetent and stupid, now making executive decisions over her care.
It's all so...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#hope
#love
#strength
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A Writers Vows
With this paper and pen, I vow..
To voice out the volumes of words left unsaid.
To spell out the silence of the secrets left unspoken.
I vow,
That my sonnets will speak the language our spirits haven't figured out yet,
That the lines of my limericks will lyric the songs our souls haven't sung yet,
That my haikus will hold and heal our haggard hearts,
That...
My words, wether in prose of verse, written, spoken, raw or rehearsed will silence the voices in our heads, listen..
I vow that the ink of my pen will be the flavor of sweat driven by my...
To voice out the volumes of words left unsaid.
To spell out the silence of the secrets left unspoken.
I vow,
That my sonnets will speak the language our spirits haven't figured out yet,
That the lines of my limericks will lyric the songs our souls haven't sung yet,
That my haikus will hold and heal our haggard hearts,
That...
My words, wether in prose of verse, written, spoken, raw or rehearsed will silence the voices in our heads, listen..
I vow that the ink of my pen will be the flavor of sweat driven by my...
#emotions
#inspirational
#redemption
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Nature, Beauty and Ink
It is wise to dive headlong into the wild, close the blind eyes and open the clear mind, its wise to rise from the cluttered mind, infested with recycled cliches and mindset and outworn rotten habits..
..
Rise and stretch the feet that are turned frozen inside a cold seat, a mechanical heat, won't ever warm the cold heart, sun is your hearth, lounge in the open airs and gather as much as you can. and fill the empty inside with heaven's breath...
While time is wide and the plains get greener and flat, decked with poppies and daffodils and daisies..and so many fragrant...
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Rise and stretch the feet that are turned frozen inside a cold seat, a mechanical heat, won't ever warm the cold heart, sun is your hearth, lounge in the open airs and gather as much as you can. and fill the empty inside with heaven's breath...
While time is wide and the plains get greener and flat, decked with poppies and daffodils and daisies..and so many fragrant...
#admiration
#emotions
#inspirational
#motivational
#religion
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My Thought For Today: Telling the Truth Isn’t Attacking Someone’s Character
I remember when someone who was once in my life told me that. They were going through struggles of their own and I remember sitting there watching their face, the emotions that flashed across as they spoke about the injustices they suffered at the hands of someone else and the defiance as they said those words. I nodded my head in agreement. Their words were truth. Truth is not an attack on a person’s character. A person’s character speaks for itself. If the truth causes a person to feel attacked there’s more than likely a myriad of reasons why. It’s not my place to be the person to say what...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#healing #motivational
#healing #motivational
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Emotions