Topic: Highly Sensitive
technovative's photo
Sat 05/18/24 07:16 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt,
contact made me mad, not a pain.

Storms dreary my windows in spurts,
confinement makes me sad, not rain.

Whirring wind fires my red alert,
floods amp me up, not the drain.

No olive branch for throaty blurts,
bile burns my gut, not my brain.

JulieABush's photo
Sun 05/19/24 03:22 AM
Nice poem:thumbsup: :wink: .

no photo
Sun 05/19/24 12:34 PM
Intense.

JustJosh's photo
Sun 05/19/24 03:09 PM
Might want to try a Tylenol

technovative's photo
Mon 05/20/24 04:59 AM

Nice poem:thumbsup: :wink: .


Thanks, Julie.

technovative's photo
Mon 05/20/24 05:00 AM

Intense.


Thanks, Storm.

 Ꮢ Ꭷ Ᏸ ɨ Ꮑ's photo
Mon 05/20/24 11:00 PM
Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt,
contact made me mad, not a pain.

Storms dreary my windows in spurts,
confinement makes me sad, not rain.

Whirring wind fires my red alert,
floods amp me up, not the drain.

No olive branch for throaty blurts,
bile burns my gut, not my brain.

N:cherry_blossom:I:cherry_blossom:C:cherry_blossom:E O:cherry_blossom:N:cherry_blossom:E :thumbsup:

technovative's photo
Wed 05/22/24 04:58 PM

Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt,
contact made me mad, not a pain.

Storms dreary my windows in spurts,
confinement makes me sad, not rain.

Whirring wind fires my red alert,
floods amp me up, not the drain.

No olive branch for throaty blurts,
bile burns my gut, not my brain.

N:cherry_blossom:I:cherry_blossom:C:cherry_blossom:E O:cherry_blossom:N:cherry_blossom:E :thumbsup:


Thanks, Robin.

mig25's photo
Fri 05/24/24 03:58 PM

Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt,
contact made me mad, not a pain.

Storms dreary my windows in spurts,
confinement makes me sad, not rain.

Whirring wind fires my red alert,
floods amp me up, not the drain.

No olive branch for throaty blurts,
bile burns my gut, not my brain.


Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!

mig25's photo
Fri 05/24/24 03:58 PM

Bumping the door knob didn’t hurt,
contact made me mad, not a pain.

Storms dreary my windows in spurts,
confinement makes me sad, not rain.

Whirring wind fires my red alert,
floods amp me up, not the drain.

No olive branch for throaty blurts,
bile burns my gut, not my brain.


Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!

technovative's photo
Sat 05/25/24 04:42 AM

Your poetry is art. You remind me of ladywind and Poppashroom. Thank you for inspiring me to write!!!


That's a generous compliment, thanks mig.