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Hours of Emotions - Comments/Feedback please!
by HelpinHelper
written on August 10, 2006 1:06 AM
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Ten
Moonrise and thoughts begin of a day now gone but lingered on.
What could I have done? A painful thought of a day that has already ended.
Why has it happened like this? Another.
Why was I like that? And another
As Ten drifts to Eleven…

Eleven
Self pity started me as I began to truly try and sleep.
Who am I? Am I just a name?
But no – truly, who am I?
What have I done? What has really mattered?
Such a simple question – I am never satisfied.
As Eleven drifts to Midnight…

Midnight
No – I am never satisfied, for how did I become this way?
What heavenly hands mold my life, if they are not my own?
The familiar pain comes once again...
Why was I made this way?
Anger slowly beings.
As Midnight drifts to One…

One
Where does my anger point? At God? No
Every ounce goes to the divine King and Queen.
And like a King does, I am scorned.
And like a Queen does, I am shamed.
Only my anger can reflect my hatred and invisible scars.
As One drifts to Two…

Two
With hate I ask all of you – What is hate?
Is it the desire to destroy every bit of such a domicile empire?
Or the longing to end the pain that has overcome me?
For I’ve held pain too long.
I know what others could not imagine.
I know pain, in every form.
As Two drifts to Three…

Three
Why did God grant Satan’s one wish of pain?
Such a simple thought that rips my mind across.
Tearing that and from that which can’t be seen.
Salty red eyes only remind me of the eyes that can save me.
Saviors come in the name of love.
As Three drifts to Four…

Four
What is love? Filled with so much simplicity and yet so much complexity.
Such a novel emotion, I do know, from which all great pains can be relieved.
There is no end – but was there ever really a beginning?
When was the lonely hole filled? When was the shadow joined by another?
When was fear stared down in the eye?
As Four drifts to Five…

Five
Fear. What if I lost them to the Sovereigns? What if I lost her to my superiors?
What if I failed to be good enough? What if I lose their love?
The childhood fears seem friendly now as mine begin to strengthen.
I need good thoughts if I am ever to rest.
As Five drifts to Six…

Six
I am capable of all things that I feel competent of.
I shall not lose the ones I love – and that is a good thought.
And good thoughts slowly drift me to sleep…
And this will be a good sleep.
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7:00 – Click – Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep...

Hours of emotions clocked by.



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ButterflyRomance: I loved your poem!Staying up all night with your emotions is bold because most of us are scared of ourselves and where our minds might take us! but it really is a journey!
on August 09, 2006 11:02 PM
summerhummers07: I think its good, but honestly i dont understand it.
on September 27, 2005 7:04 PM
DreamingKitty: THIS WAS FANTASTIC!!!!
on September 11, 2005 3:03 AM
Cat89: awesome poem.. it's clever and origonal.. nice work
on September 11, 2005 2:50 AM
JustALonelyGoth: i really like your poem it's really good
on September 09, 2005 1:10 AM
gothicfairy64: this was really good. I think if you decided to add some more details and stuff it'd be a great short story. but it was really well thought out and it all flowed, and it wasn't too complicated or overdone. so nice job.
on September 07, 2005 9:57 PM
Hateful_Love: great poem
on September 07, 2005 8:25 PM
brokensoul01: meant to hit the 10 star buttonlol
on September 07, 2005 3:29 PM
brokensoul01: wow that is an awesome poem
on September 07, 2005 3:28 PM


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