Feelings Poems
Forget You
by Nehal Mistry
Why is holding on so much easier than letting go?
Even when you know it's best to move on,
that 0.01% chance keeps us going.
But what if you think that chance is gone as well?
How do you stop those feelings,
those thoughts,
and the small interactions
which started all this in the first place.
Every time I try to forget you
Something always brings me back!
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TAKE MY HAND: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk without
thinking of arriving anywhere.
Just me
by Carl Sinderby
Just me who i am with in this body I own,
Forever changing I understand I have grown,
Many challenges I have faced,
All the dreams I have chased,
Just me in the room i call home,
Thinking of how to set the tone,
Will it be a graceful day i have today,
Or do I falter to pretend I'm ok,
Just me I count on so many times,
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Delirium Dreams
by Christine Kuruvilla
The unknown, the mysterious,
Smoking Mary Jane,
Till they lost and delirious.
Clouded are their thoughts,
Hidden are their meanings,
Searching for refugee in unsaid feelings
Field of flowers
by Ryan Owen
Field of flowers surround me
The flurry of reds, violets and blues
Of the heart of love
And the gift of beauty
She is there everyday
Dancing, filled with glee
The Red of her heart
Comes to me
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Tussen de lagen van ons bestaan
by Mario Odekerken
Tussen de lagen van ons bestaan
blijven gedachten achter
die we nog niet durven delen.
Net onder de oppervlakte
ligt wat we werkelijk voelen
wachtend
tot we het eindelijk toelaten.
Field of flowers
by Ryan Owen
Field of flowers surround me
The flurry of reds, violets and blues
Of the heart of love
And the gift of beauty
She is there everyday
Dancing, filled with glee
The Red of her heart
Comes to me
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When the rain reminds me
by Mario Odekerken
When the rain pours down,
it reminds me,
of times we spent together,
of the times you were mine.
Each drop is a memory
falling softly against the window,
a whisper of your voice,
a trace of your hand in mine.
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Wat de wind weet
by Mario Odekerken
We zijn maar als bladeren in de wind,
ritselend langs de zoom van oude wouden.
Onze stemmen mengen zich met het ruisen,
alsof we even deel zijn van iets dat ouder is dan tijd.
En alles is onzeker,
want hoe zouden wij moeten weten
waar de storm ons zal heen dragen,
of wanneer de stilte weer zal vallen
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Mending Pieces
by Jean Gillies
Who am I cuz I don't recognize myself
When I've looked in the mirror lately I've seen somebody else
I feel like I've been somebody else for years
Maybe that's why I've been shedding so many tears
A look around at the Crumbling pieces of a broken Man
I feel like a complete stranger in a foreign land
I remember when I used to hold to God's unchanging hand
I can't remember when I let it go it started drowning in quicksand
I feel like I lost this mental and spiritual battle without throwing a punch
But I remember I didn't hear a bell so it's time to get back up
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