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"CATCHING FEELINGS "is a collection of poems where emotion sneaks in when least expected, weaving its way through quiet moments and unspoken glances. Love, in all its forms, is an unpredictable force here - sometimes soft, sometimes stormy, but always compelling. These poems capture the raw, fleeting sensations that come when feelings take root, often before we even realize it. Each word, each line, is a glimpse into the heart's hidden corners, a journey through the delicate dance between longing and discovery. For those who have ever found themselves caught in the gravity of emotion, this collection is a reflection of what it means to truly feel.

just poems I've been writing over the years

The Fusion Of Quotes,Thoughts And Poetry About The Miseries And Unusual Happenings In Life Which The Words Are Blabbered In A Strange Way!

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A collection of poems from late nights.

Whats up bitches

I write so he knows. I write so they know. I write so I know. I writes so we understand. Original poems and essays by Leasia Rayona "Leray" Posey.

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My dream now is much like your abandoned bloodline. She died today, died before my eyes, crushed & crumbled into monolouges---i call them her last words. My dream, she is like my Ammi's heart, and not like my Baba's cracked ceiling. I didn't weep, for a moment I couldn't feel her loyalty, all of a sudden, she left as if she never belonged, but, but she left me saying that--- i die when fools like you wake up to sanity. I was fourteen when i first met my dream on a winding way to obscurity, she was a abnodoned ocean of love, who averaged her way to free me off shackles--- shackles made out of the scraps of their tamed expectations. She walked me through thistles, held me in darkness, loved me like freedom and left me like stranger. I wish I could save her who once saved me, but, now I wish I had, She walked me on the road that then were my nerves, and the air that blew through them was my blood that carried life; She was a local metro window through which I would look at sunrise and sunsets, She was a habit I tamed to survive; but she died, so I died too. Thursday evening, we were walking hand in hand when Baba caught us for the first time, he didn't speak, but left me remembering my ' dignity ' I was always taught this art of sacrifice, Not only me, but all the men are taught this--- this art of sacrificing her, your dreams, sacrificing to walk in accord with your dignity, sacrificing to preserve your bloodline, sacrificing to walk with heads up--- because she was shame, who would bring forsighted regret. So, like all other men, i left her to death after knowing my ' dignity ' because small men dream small--- Baba taught me, i was small then. I wish I hadn't listened to Baba. I wish I had saved her. My dream died before my eyes, but I was too coward to save her.

"When Love Fails" (2019), is what I'd call a poetic depiction of what heartbreak feels like. Anger, Depression, Regret..it's all there. Ready to be in your feelings? ~Bruce

A grouping of poetry of many facets

A journey through questions, doubts, and unseen faith. Searching for a God beyond names, beyond rules Seeking truth in a world that teaches belief but silences wonder.

Echoes of Lost Love: A Poet's Struggle" is a poignant exploration of the human heart's enduring battle between memory and freedom. In this evocative piece, the reader is drawn into the world of a once brilliant poet who finds himself ensnared in the tendrils of his own past. Through vivid imagery and emotive language, the poem delves into the depths of longing and loss as the poet grapples with the aftermath of a love lost. Each stanza paints a portrait of his internal conflict, as he yearns to break free from the haunting memories that threaten to consume him. Yet, despite his fervent pleas for release, he remains trapped in a cycle of reminiscence, unable to escape the grip of his former paramour's essence. "Echoes of Lost Love" serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring power of love's legacy, even in the face of its absence, and the indomitable spirit of the human soul in its quest for liberation.

small poems for big beauty of my life

End of The Road follows a poetic journey through the pain of heartbreak, the path to recovery, and the emotions present from atop the summit of the mountain of healing. With the added bonus of some extra emotions and thoughts captured during the journey, it's bound to have something for everyone no matter what you're going through in life.

A Valentines Day Poem

A Shumate Poem

***THE FOLLOWING POETRY MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE MATURE LANGUAGE*** The following poems are stories told through different sets of eyes, including mine. They are about love, but different kinds of love like self-love, and even the unrequited. Love isn't perfect and I feel like that's perfectly described through these poems.

Lord, Kiss Me is a poem that leverages on the emotion of a fictional person desperate for the saviour's lord. His life hangs on a kiss, To the Chronicler, the "Kiss" is the highest expression of agape love. The poem is full of awe striking images such as cold weather, emotions of hazyness, guilt and leverages on the supranatural etc