Emotions Poems

Poetry is of everything,

Inspired emotions,

from the hearts that bring,

That certain notion,

could be a song to sing,

Of minds devotion,

Poetry is

A thought to please,

of you and me,

hand in hand,

strolling free,

in the sand,

by the sea,

Palm trees,

our hearts at ease,

a

Young, Black, Brown, Defenseless

Naked, Bleeding, Mute, Defenseless

Broken, Hopeless, Afraid, Defenseless

I am nothing,

Standing right in the middle of nothingness

Doing a lot, but nothing,

Gained a lot, but nothing

Worth nothing____ absolutely nothing,

And waiting, waiting for something

That too

In front of impending disaster

He stood there

Right besides the operation theater

Watching his parents

going mad with pain

A thousand thoughts were flowing in his mind

What would happen

Bullying

Bullying is the work of a troubled mind

He or She friends cannot find

Many of them suffer at home from abuse           

On the turntable I spin these songs
Memories of my life
From Floyd to Zepplin
My scars run deep
As I watch that black circle

The Tangled Web

“Oh! What a tangled web we weave

When first we practise to deceive”!

(Marmion, Sir Walter Scott. 1808)

How true those words from long ago

Yet

Why am I excited

His voice, so deep

His lips, soft and supple

His eyes, dangerous and dark

Wait, am I being watched?

His scent doesn't leave me

His embrace, so

keep asking how im feeling i always say the same thing
could be better could be worse some days i still feel the hurt
other days im

Love wasnt supposed to feel this way 

dont you remember hearing me say 

ever since the first day that if i gave

you my heart not to treat

REMEMBER US THIS WAY

I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes ago
When life was free for every one of us, both young and

Man is the master of thought

The moulder of characters

The maker and shaper of conditions

He contains within himself that transformations

If you are like today's younger generation

Who

Black. Black. Black.

Eyes wide open.

Heartbeat drumming.

Chest aching.

Muscles tightening.

Fear, the force threatening to overcome me.

Look left. No right.

Please fucking please let me make it through the night!

Hands

I've been trying to read for a while now

but I cannot concentrate.

Someone has been running on my mind

and messing with my heart rate.

From the last

She wakes up in the morning hoping for a new day. In her mind everything's good, everyting's going her way. But when she opens her

Another Version

Hartley Forde

You can’t see the wind,
But that old mango tree,
Outside my window,
tell me it’s there..
.
I

I hate the humidity

I hate what it does

I hate wearing sunscreen

I hate all the bugs

I like the thirties

I like wearing gloves

But I also like the

Can’t function without it
The conjunctional life
And punctures confounding
A subjugal strife

My endurance depleting
My inevitable fallacies
Determined to beat this
Chemical malady

but

Deep down in the ditch
Is where I feel

Believe me, not far, it’s right down the road
Take back what you brought, and pick up all your litter
We unpack the car and head off

I was in love with a Poem:

The poet lured her victims into her wild kingdom of
Word, words, words, that
became the forest

This organ vagina:

They say that beauty is in the eyes of the
Beholder, so does this organ have eyes?
the power of evil

LET THE CHILD OUT

My life was over before it started

I spent my childhood brokenhearted,

My parents didn’t treat me as they should,

When I was still in