Category: Writers Block
Anger is like the wind;
The way it just blows when you least expect it.
Anger is like an ocean wave;
A wave that ends up crashing down.
Sadness is like a stream;
A stream of tears that runs down your face.
Sadness is the way I feel;
When no one is around.
Scared is like a mystery;
Not knowing what had caused you to be afraid.
Scared is like wild animals;
Just ready to attack and leave.
Pain is the way I feel;
Every second of my life.
Pain for me is not a choice;
And is something I can’t control.
Loneliness is something real.
It happens to everyone at some point.
Loneliness is the way we all get;
When you don’t think it’s real.
Depression is a serious thing;
A thing which I have.
Depression makes me feel all kinds of feelings;
Some good and most bad.
Happiness is like ice cream;
It can’t last forever.
Happiness for me is music;
Because that is my one escape.
Laughing is like a bag of chips;
You can’t stop eating once you start.
Laughing brings a smile to my face;
A smile that I wish would just permanently stay on forever.
Smiling is like a memory.
You always feel a certain way.
Smiling is the one thing;
That can get me through my day.
Love is like a bridge;
A bridge that you cross over.
Love is a special thing;
That someone feels at least once in their life.
Hate is a violent feeling;
A feeling I get when it’s right.
Hate is what I feel;
When nothing seems to work.
Amazing is a feeling;
A feeling I have never felt.
Amazing best describes a beautiful girl;
Which I am far from.
Beautiful is a state of mind;
A state I don’t understand.
Beautiful is something I am not;
And that makes me just fine.
Emotions are just feelings;
Feelings you just can’t control.
If you learn how to handle them;
You might just learn how to deal.
Emotions are apart of you;
So don’t try and escape.
What good would that do;
You can’t just run away.
I’m made up of emotions;
Whether I know it or not.
I’m alright with what I feel;
Because I know I’m true to myself.
this is very true. i love the way each emotion is described here.
This is a good poem with nice imagery. I would suggest you come up with metaphors/analogies for pain, loneliness, depression, and hate like you did for all the other emotions. When you had images attached to emotions, then dropped the imagery off with those I listed, it was like going up, up, up, and then walking on flat groun, then going up, up, up again. Does that make any sense?
This poem speaks to me because I can relate to it so much.