{"id":102456,"date":"2021-06-27T08:29:18","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=102456"},"modified":"2021-06-27T08:29:18","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:29:18","slug":"17-emotions","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/17-emotions\/","title":{"rendered":"17 Emotions"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>GOD creates emotions,<br \/>\nWe feel them every day,<br \/>\nGOD secretly placed inside us,<br \/>\nWe show them every day. <\/p>\n<p>Some we Understand and some we don&#8217;t,<br \/>\nSome have roots buried in the soul.<br \/>\nSome we play with and Some play with us,<br \/>\nSome have no face at all <\/p>\n<p>GOD creates emotions,<br \/>\nWe feel them every day, <\/p>\n<p>We Feel Good, We Feel Bad,<br \/>\nIn Sorrow, Tears We\u2019ve Had.<br \/>\nOur tears can flood the Desert,<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s the power of emotions.<\/p>\n<p>GOD creates emotions,<br \/>\nWe feel them every day. <\/p>\n<p>We laugh with the tides of waves,<br \/>\nEven the fishes feel shy,<br \/>\nA smile on each face, even the dead smile in their Graves,<br \/>\nthat&#8217;s the power of emotions, <\/p>\n<p>GOD creates emotions,<br \/>\nWe feel them every day. <\/p>\n<p>In Anger we shout like monsters,<br \/>\nAll emotions goes in motion,<br \/>\nNo Illusionist, can make it disappear,<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s the power of emotions. <\/p>\n<p>GOD creates emotions,<br \/>\nWe feel them every day. <\/p>\n<p>Hey, what is happening?<br \/>\nWhen you don\u2019t feel one of them today, where is the smile on our friends?<br \/>\nWe need to feel the bliss; We need to feel the pain,<br \/>\nWe need smiling friends to bring back my fun.<\/p>\n<p>GOD creates emotions,<br \/>\nWe need to feel them every day.<\/p>\n<p>Copyright \u00a9 2021 Roxann Lawrence ( Poetessrock)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>GOD creates emotions, We feel them every day, GOD secretly placed inside us, We show them every day. Some we Understand and some we don&#8217;t, Some have roots buried in the soul. Some we play with and Some play with us, Some have no face&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":105,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102456","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102456","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/105"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102456"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102456\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102968,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102456\/revisions\/102968"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102456"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102456"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102456"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}