Poems About Emotions by New Members
#emotions
wordsonthebrain
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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wordsonthebrain
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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wordsonthebrain
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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wordsonthebrain
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
2nd Jan 2025 9:46pm
Inexplicably
I have an odd wish
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
To be devoured
To be known in my entirety
studied and then, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Taste me and spit me out
But know my taste
And know it well.
My wish involves wolves
And moonlight
And dark eyeliner.
There is soft hair, inexplicably,
I want to be destroyed.
Savour me. Me, a saviour.
I want to bless the mouth
Of a starving monster
So they will never, ever
Forget the sight of me.
Nor the feel of me
Upon a rough tongue
That...
#breakup
#emotions
#love #relationships
#love #relationships
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
79 reads
0 Comments
3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
1st Jan 2025 9:24pm
Love Isn't Always Like the Poets Say.
Ugh.
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
Poets only write about love.
Love poems make me sick.
So, when I do write about love,
I don't write to an unknown lover.
I just write about Love herself.
Her raw and broken form.
I feel her deeply because she flourishes within me,
She's not as put together as the poets say.
She gets dragged round like a rag doll,
And sort of treated like a pet.
They speak of her as if she is Desire,
But most poets don't know,
She is actually Unknown.
She is the Storm,
Not the Sun or the Light.
She is the Breaking.
She...
#emotions
#love
#universe #war
#universe #war
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s0_obscen3
s0_Obscene
s0_Obscene
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
Suffering from apathy
Even if we don't speak,
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
#emotions
#forgiveness
#happiness
#love
#TimeHeals
87 reads
2 Comments
s0_obscen3
s0_Obscene
s0_Obscene
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
Suffering from apathy
Even if we don't speak,
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
#emotions
#forgiveness
#happiness
#love
#TimeHeals
87 reads
2 Comments
s0_obscen3
s0_Obscene
s0_Obscene
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
Suffering from apathy
Even if we don't speak,
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
#emotions
#forgiveness
#happiness
#love
#TimeHeals
87 reads
2 Comments
s0_obscen3
s0_Obscene
s0_Obscene
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
28th Dec 2024 1:31pm
Suffering from apathy
Even if we don't speak,
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
you hold a place no one can seek.
A space you made, deep and true,
that only ever belonged to you.
Though time has pulled us far apart,
you'll always live within my heart.
#emotions
#forgiveness
#happiness
#love
#TimeHeals
87 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Emotions by New Members
