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Poems about life
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This repetitious occurrence, / Of a given simple task accessible for execution / And the habit of unwillingness to deliver, / Avoiding every possible means to accomplishment. / / Music ready for conducting, / Dancers eager to perform, / Act
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Every day I sit back and watch you fight the pain / Acting like it just a game and / You can quit anytime or day / I am suffocating too because / I hate seeing you like this / You know you could always come to me / I will always be there to su
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Standing there all alone / With no warm inviting home / She feels so lost / Like a chilling frost / / Sinking into her fragile heart / She
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I remember the days / Of the winters bliss / When you and me / Would never miss / / The snow falling down / From another place / Where our
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I have grow since you left / I am no longer bereft / You drained my soul / My heart you stole / / So now it begins to beat / Even though you did mistreat / You return to deliver hurt / But now I'm truly alert / / To the way you walk
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Flames burn red, we all stare / We're all sittin on broken lawn chairs / Her eyes content, her face still cold / He's got a cigarette, he f
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What am I / I'm what you never needed / Or what you never wanted / I will never be that guy / That addiction / I won't be your suspect / Or you resilience / I'm silent, but I can't shut up / Your eyes open wide / Don't ever shut them
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I don’t know who I am anymore / And it’s just not like me to feel this lost / I’m used to having things all figured out / I’m a control fre
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Gone / / / The man in the lighthouse is gone / It hardly seems fair / That he's no longer there / Though computers so sterile /
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Living life is just so hard / When you feel like the future won’t matter / And like the past will never fade / And the present just seems to worsen each day / / When crying to G-d to take it all away hasn’t worked / And believing that things
by oxymoron270
126 words, 1 comment,
on Dec 24 3:40 PM 2008. In Personal, Sad, Life, Thoughts, Rant, Free verse, Pain, Depression, Death, Sadness
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I love to fly kites. / Carries my back upon wax-paper wings / to home where we would play marbles in the sand. / Looking up at the sky, / I
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I am just my silhouette / Transparent and upset / ‘Cause a person once stole / What I called my soul / And since then I’m not myself / My p
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but one day i woke and i walked out into the street. there were no cars there were no people. i felt december breath against my chest and a summer sun that hinted across my face. these rays lit up a patch down south meeting in the west that spoke to me a
by mufinhxc
71 words, 3 comments,
on Dec 24 12:42 AM 2008. In Love, Personal, Life, Hope, Thoughts, Sadness, Depression, Sad, Imagery, Addiction
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In Your Absence / / / Music from the joys of loving past moments / Soon grows still in the quiet of night / I lie stretched out in the darkness / Inviting your shadow into my bed / I toss and turn feeling restless / Distracted as a sn
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It is approaching me / I gasp and pant / My heart in thundering / My mind walks between insanity and logic / Is it a curse or a blessing / Many wonder but find no reason / It comes without purpose / B
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Once upon a time, / there was a girl / who was always afraid to shine, / but could never tell. / An outcast was her trait / An outburst was her mate. / She stood underneath the stars wondering, / was she desti
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You must forgive my race / for what it has done to you, / but I would like you to keep in mind / / that it was not I, who raided your vill
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I know you were raised with pain / That stains your life / Like the knife across so many wrists / The blisters of the burns on your skin / The bullet in his soul / The boy that might solve it / Being to far away to hold / With all of your
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What do we truly seek? / Our lives are so busy. / We forget whats important, / Chasing fame, wealth and power. / / Our hearts become lost,
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I answer the door to / five young Victorian orphans / singing Silent Night / then the smallest one / who has no teeth / drops her cardb
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For a friend, just randomly spilled out
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Moonlight streaming through the open window / Reflecting off a lonely mirror / Illuminating the outline of your face / / Although blinded in darkness, / Your cold eyes still hold mine / A cold glare sending chills / Creeping throughout me
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When the wind hurls howls / which sound like enraged wolves / soft clumps of snow / fall silently / over the edge of winter's world / where they disintegrate / to sparkling bits of sunshine / raining yellow snow flakes / down from h
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My voices / I'll never truly know / If you were real or / I was schizophrenic / Did I only make you up / / Words upon a screen / Creating fleeting images / That flash before my eyes / Another part of my life dies / / As a freezin
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'Twas the night before christmas, no snow no rain / I wondered how I came this far from home / Sand dunes sprawled like the wreck of a train / I lifted a cigarette to my mouth and dragged / / A taste of dust, blown everywhere / By the wi
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Now that the trees / have shed their once green leaves / and shiver in the cold / we can see what is gone / / abruptly we are frozen / in the late autumn days / left with our sad epiphany / the winter of our spring / / the li
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