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Poems about Life
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Just A Man / / When they tell me I am like my father / I brood, I had hoped to make more of myself / Well, perhaps there's still time / at
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Farewell my friend for we must go / on our own separate paths / I just want you to know / That the friendship we shared / Could not never /
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by marcusmoore
82 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 20 1:09 AM 2008. In Adult, Life, Sad, Loss, Abortion, Rhyme, Society, Thoughts, Abuse, Raw, Politics
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Some would say I'm young and / some others might say I'm old. / Yet years and time don't matter / when speaking of the soul. / / Everyone makes mistakes and / we all have our regrets. / Even had to share a few and / you've shared a few
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Bury it, / Bury it, / I'm telling myself to bury this pain / That's coming out. / You can't chandra you can't / Just bury it / it will be ok soon. / / I don't think it will, / I can't keep hiding it / I can't / It's killing me
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Promises / Broken, / Shattered on the floor / You can't fix them / Can't replace them. / / That one promise / I believed / That one pro
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Its maddening how deep it goes, / a stretch so far that no one knows. / Where nary even wind will blow. / An emptiness where nothing has a
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 6 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM 2008. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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All he has / is wealth / and a fat ego / to match his / disgusting gut / so I / challenge him / and tell / it straight / that I / hat
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My paper so wet / drenched, and cold. / / I'm writing / The end of my story / my life. / / As I writ, my tears / Smear my words, / Like I was drowning / In my thoughts. / / All I can think of is losing him / And how much /
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You said it yourself this is gonna be tough.. / / this lifes gonna be rough.. / / and full of hurt.. / / but each moments full of worth.
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i don't want to lose you / / being without you isn't something i want to do / / it pains me to think about it and cry / / i need you by
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PTSD has got me in its grips / Scared to let feelings pass through my lips / Afraid to speak even one single word / Due to certain events that once occurred / / I shake as I sit in such silent pain / Troubled by details I hate to explain /
by oxymoron270
148 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 17 7:32 PM 2008. In Personal, Sad, Life, Thoughts, Rant, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Anger, Anguish
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To all of those I've never met / and yet love just the same / I want to ease your heartache / to take away your pain / / I'm reminding yo
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To feel another human's pain / Is to give ourselves a greater gain / To listen to a wounded soul / Will heal the heart and make it whole /
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Booger picks boogers / and...flicks 'em! / His friend Boogie / catches boogers / and eats 'em. / Now Booger is sad; / he thought they / wer
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The sun was shy of morning, / It peeked then left again / Rumbles in the distance / yet no approaching train. / The street lights on at noontime, / As deafening silence roared / Abrupt the silence broke / When rain in to
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Written in my angst-ridden youth
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If I see you shedding tears; / I will shed tears with you / not out of pity but sorrow. / / I would only laugh / if they were tears of joy
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she had a summer smile and i had winter skin / i was a living breathing cliche / but sweetheart i mean every word i say
by mufinhxc
110 words, 9 comments,
on Nov 12 5:46 PM 2008. In Sad, Life, Thoughts, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Perception, Loss, Anguish, Hate
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Runaway, myself, / Seek away from it. / Like a shadow it will follow / Waiting for time to come. / Move away from hurt / Let nothing pain you. / Like a newly given scar / Time will help it shorten, / But remain it shall. / Look away from
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This is a song I wrote several years ago to my son, who is a contributor to this site, by the way. (You may know him as Enoq.)
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Who will one turn to / To share ones' knowledge and experiences? / What do one say / To express ones' deepest emotions? / Where do one go / To get away from it all? / When will one know / The eternal bliss in life? / Why do
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Take me back / Back in time / To a time with you / / With the warm summer days / And the cool blissful nights / / Your warm gentle hand
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I often find myself at your door, contemplating if a knock would bring a smile to your face. Tonight my conscience negates my curiosity to
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So she is, / being her, / breathing and trying to love, / then she wrapped her hand around mine, / you know, / those five digits of greed
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I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 5 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM 2008. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
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