Feelings Poems
Ribbons
by Nora La King
They are pulled from me;
Stretched, knotted, and
Burned in a fireplace
Where trust and human emotions,
Are turned to blackened ash
I am left an empty roll.
The ribbons of my feelings,
Manhandled, manipulated
Mitigated, and misunderstood.
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A pure love in tainted world!
by priya rawat
Mai sochu tujhe aur tu saamne aa jaye!!
Mai rahun khamosh aur tu bas bewajah muskuraye!!
Mai likhun tujhe aur tu khayal mere sab padh jaye..
Mai rakhun dil me kuch baatein aur tu bekhauf sab kuch keh jaye!!
Mai jiyun tujhe aur tu ek zamana ban jaye...
Mai dhundu tujhe aur tu mujhe mujhi me mil jaye!
Mai bayan karu kuch kisse tere aur tu Meri kahani ban jaye!!
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Angel sent from Above
by Ankita Rai
Her eyes make you forget everything,
Her words teach you how to love;
For if she had a pair of wings,
She would be, what looks like, an Angel sent from Above.
Nothing is safe in her presence
She initiates every kind of mess,
But her eyes are like a flavourful essence;
You can get mad, but never love her less.
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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.
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
When my heart goes weak
by Mario Odekerken
When my heart goes weak,
it doesn't break,
it folds inward,
like a flower closing at dusk.
Words blur at the edges,
and silence becomes shelter.
I do not cry,
I listen
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Dwalend door jouw gedachten
by Mario Odekerken
Ik loop
zonder richting,
langs herinneringen
die ik nooit heb beleefd,
beelden die jou dragen
zoals stilte een naam kan dragen.
Niets is van mij hier,
en toch blijf ik,
alsof jij mij ergens
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In de sneltrein van Den Helder naar Maastricht
by Mario Odekerken
In de sneltrein van Den Helder naar Maastricht,
dacht ik aan jou-
hoe de rails onder mij zongen,
zoals mijn gedachten trilden op de
rand van herinnering.
De landschappen schoven voorbij
als oude foto's in sepia,
maar steeds viel ik terug
op dat ene beeld
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do you have a heart?
by Odelia Grace David
It’s cold, really cold.
“Gosh you talk a lot,”
“Philosophy, politics, just shut up.”
Not a snow cold, or a sweater cold.
Maybe it's not the weather that's cold, thought about it?
Maybe it's your heart, or you who's cold.
“Gosh don't be so sensitive, don't overthink it.”
But if you aren't mad about it, have you heard it?
If you aren't sad, did you see it?
If you don't mind, do you feel it, do you even breath?
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Wanneer vlinders wakker worden
by Mario Odekerken
Vlinders in je buik,
alsof iets binnenin je
plots begint te zweven.
Je adem stokt bij een blik,
je hart slaat sneller
zonder dat je het vraagt.
Elke stap voelt lichter,
alsof de wereld
een beetje mooier is geworden.
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