PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Elizabeth

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

6 poems·Since November 2012

It's through the ink that my heart beats. I am not a "Poet", I am a poem gradually being written day by day.

← Back to Contents

Silent Love

November 18, 2012
Neither here or there I question my existence. In both the future and the past Steadily losing my grasp on the present. The wind blows and stirs my thoughts Where has my heart gone? It no longer shouts at me, Truth be told it no longer whispers. Lost, I am. I am Lost. Head full of sorrow, my body of wants, Will what I need ever find me? I search the heavens for a star to guide me Down into the depths of myself to unearth my needs But they are lost. The seeds that were planted were not deep enough Carried away in the storm Washed up on some faraway shore I imagine. Listen to your heart they say. Silence stabs away at my ears. The beat I yearn for has flat lined Replaced with the static in my head. The silent treatment never did much for me Only fueled more anger and confusion. Speak to me, I beg for our sake. Tell me your secrets I plead. Beat again inside of this walking corpse Breathe life into me again.
0 snaps·1 views
View on Power Poetry →