Life-thereflection

Poems Born Out of Emotions

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Thu, 17 May 2012 17:11:00 +0000

Many poems reflect human emotion which the writer experienced at one time or another and wants to express through words. The famous poet William Wordsworth once said that poetry is “the spontaneous overflow of feelings” consisting of “emotion recollected in tranquility.” There is no denying that many poems have a strong emotional influence on them, and often relate to the poets inner most feelings about what they are writing about. Here is a selection of emotionally infused poems that express some of the most common and regularly talked about emotions.

Love
William Blake - Poem about love from his book Songs of Experience.

Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

It’s a short poem that describes his experience, and how love can make even the worse possible life into a wonderful existence. By having love in your heart, and sharing love with another, nothing is demanded and nothing gained. Simply put, Blake tries to describe love as a pure emotion that can transform a person’s life.

Joy
William Wordsworth - My Heart Leaps Up

My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

In this poem by celebrated British poet William Blake, he describes the emotion of joy. He connects the feeling he had of joy as a child when he witnessed a rainbow in the sky, and relates this to the rest of his life. Whether it is a simple act like going to collect parcels on your birthday, or being presented with an unexpected nice surprise, joy manifests itself in many different ways. Blake also expresses that he doesn’t want the feeling of joy to change as he grows old, and mentions death as opposed to having a life without joy.

Anger
Jean Pullman – My Anger

My anger wants to kill.
My anger wants to spill.
My anger wants to smash a wall.
My anger wants to make someone feel small.
My anger makes me carve my skin.
My anger is locked up within.
My anger is fierce and fatal.
My anger isn't stable.
When my anger is out stay away.
Because my anger destroys everything in its way.

This poem was written by Jean Pullman, and illuminates the different urges that the author feels when the emotion of anger fills her body. The author confesses that felt depressed a lot of the time during her early years, and this poem was the result of reflecting on a difficult period in her life. It begins with a strong line stating her anger wants to kill, and the constant theme is of violence and acts that describe taking the anger out on someone or something. It’s a visceral and sometimes brutal poem that illustrates the feeling of anger and the acts that people can be drawn to commit while under the influence of anger.

Sadness
Dillon Crawford - Leave me be

Sorrow, sorrow why must you take me so
Why have you left me in such a big hole
Sorrow, sorrow when will you leave my soul
And let me finally breath so
There is nowhere to go
If you keep beating on my heart so
Sorrow, sorrow its your time to go
Let your heart leave from my soul

In this poem by Dillon Crawford the emotion of sadness is described. The impression it gives is that sorrow seems to take a hold on the soul of the poet. He refers to it as something that he wants rid of, something that has to go or to leave. The second line also provides the reader with a description of how it feels, being left isolated and alone in a hole. The poem gives a feeling of hopelessness, and living a life of sadness would be unbearable so there is no other option than to discard sadness. The poem also gives the impression that sadness consumes a person, and is something that cannot be simply thrown away, it leaves when it wants to, almost as if the emotion is detached form the body.

My Greatest Is Fear Gone

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 18:05:00 +0000

My greatest fear is gone

Startles of your hypnotizing eyes, no more haunt my dreams

Oh baby, I can sleep

Although when I wake I find self alone

The garble of my heart is coarse

With time it would turn into stone

Stronger I'll get, the older I'll grow

Mind is so profound and articulation of speech is rare

I don’t care even if you are gone

The forgotten experience has entrenched deep in my soul

The feeling sublimes

Challenges grow tall, Life is long

Though experience is sore

M happy my Greatest Fear Is Gone !

Author: Ashish Saket

Smile :)

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:24:00 +0000

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through for you

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear may be ever so near

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile

The Elixir Of Life

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:20:00 +0000

Stumbling upon the uneven roads,

Full of unexpected surprises,

Life is more that what we see.

It’s a sojourn of sentry soul that’s unaware of changes,

Once the experiencing change becomes habit,

Nothing stuns us anymore,

the moments of joy and disappointment dissipates soon,

What remains is the vision of life,

The shackles of emotions become weak,

And we become stronger than ever before.

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Thank you my friends I am still a materialistic being,

Tied to the worldly knot,

Sharing my joys, rigors and like,

Working hard to achieve the mission of life

Author: Ashish Saket

Body & Soul: The Conflict

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:14:00 +0000

When I was'nt born, I was just a soul

Soul that had no emotions

No fear of separation

No love, no lust

Just a pure passion

It was a reincarnation,

I was master of body,

That gave me existence in the materialistic world

I learnt what a smile is, what tears are

Compulsive anger and fear

It wasn't too late

When I discovered - it wasn't the body

But the physce that betrayed me

It was just soul that could'nt master the body

And body is just the test of enlightened soul

The pragmatism and the purity which you behold.

Author: Ashish Saket

Never Give All The Heart

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:09:00 +0000

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem

Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.

And who could play it well enoughIf deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

क्यूंकि चलना ही सिखा था हमने लड़खड़ा कर

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:00:00 +0000

वक़्त बर्बर था, राहे थी मुश्किल
साथ थे हमारे अपने, और बहुत दूर थी मंजिल
कयास नहीं था कोई थाम लेंगा गिरने पे हमे,
क्यूंकि चलना ही सिखा था हमने लड़खड़ा कर,

मेरे अपनों ने भी साथ छोड़ दिया,
बस ये समझ कर कहीं हम सहारा न मांग ले,

फिर वक़्त ने ली एक हसीं अंगडाई,
हम फिर उन्ही राहों में दौड़ने लगे,

अब न कोई अपना है न पराया,
कोई साथ हैं तो बस राहगीर

Author: Ashish Saket

What is love?

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 16:57:00 +0000

Love is like a delicate bird,
If you hold it tightly it dies.
If you hold it lightly, it’s sure to fly
Away Right in front of your eyes

Love is like a rainbow,
That falls far away into a pot of gold.
We find ourselves searching
But the adventure can surely become old.

Love is a story,
Awaiting to be told,
Love is a river,
Flowing between the hill
Gentle and calm, current almost still.

Love is a rushing water fall
With tremendous currents busting at freewill
Love is the definition of triumph
The synonym of pain
The joy of a broken heart
To know that you once loved
The sorrow of a young woman
Who’s spirit never rose above.

Love is the warmth
You feel from your glove.
It is the battle of your life
That only few seem to win
And the majority that seems to lose
Never wants to begin again
You’ll never know love
Until you experience it both ways
The joy and happiness
And also the horrible sad days
Don’t Love?
No don't Love Two,
But Love One who always Loves YOU

- Written by: Topher Alionto

I had a dream

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 11:10:00 +0000

I had a dream,

it seemed so real you shot me in my heart,

i got back up

but i realized now,

that it's true you shot me so deep,

the bullet remains

I'm still living with it there,

bleeding I'm bleeding inside, still, day after day

living with the bullet that you shot in mebarely standing, barely living, bleeding

but that wound is not the only one I have more left,

each with a different gun

different people shoot me,

and yet I stand bearing all the bullets that are put in me

but the worst part isn't them there,

bleeding the worst part is, I'm bleeding alone.

In search of another sky

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Fri, 22 Jul 2011 11:08:00 +0000

Life was ruthless and I was quiet,

Roads were dark and there was no plight,

Silence was profound and everything was numb.

When life took a turn, and shackles were shunned,

The dawn of hope pierced the darkness,

Was it a myth or mystic charm ,

That steered my heart and enlightened my soul.

I trampled the earth and walked on the desolate road,

The gusty winds blew past-by,

And I hovered in search of another sky.

Ashish Saket

Down the Memory Lane

noreply@blogger.com (EDITOR) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 11:01:00 +0000

Strolling down the memory lane,

I met her on the lonely road once again,

It was the dream I never dreamt.

I stood on the path, and she just walked like that,

I couldn't speak, as if it wasn't a dream,

Though distance was less, but our souls were far.

Now on those roads existed the smoke,

just reminiscence of fire,

Love was farce and loneliness was truth,

And all I own is a deep remorse.

Ashish Saket :(