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When you hurt There is a malevolent force One feeling you can feel Which is all great remorse. It was only once Wait it became twice The feeling was so good It became thrice.
I’ve been here before Way too many times. I’ve spent countless nights in terror Letting out frantic cries. I’ve plotted my death Again, again, and again. I’m willing to give up this fight, After all, it seems to have no end To you, to him, to her
Mother, she is light. She bounces off tin-foil lakes, soothing tides. She warms the back of my eyes every dawn. She is a sunspot amongst freckles and stars. She lets me look on beauty.
Hands held tight, Skin against skin, Their warmth was shared In the lonely, cold dorm room. Everyday felt like eternity In heaven
I am 16 years old I’m left handed I hate my hyphenated last name And I absolutely hate bananas I still don’t know how to play video games either
A boy or a girl, It doesn't matter because You're still my friend
Oh society how dare you Promoting skinny as beautifulAnd fat is insecureBut at the same timeFat should love their curves And skinny should eat a hamburger You create these controversiesThat being single sucksAnd to strive for relationships But who
A Day unto which a child was born A child who held in his hand
It's not my right to judge, Its not my right to judge someone's sexual preference
I'm Seventeen. I talked to my counselor today. The school won’t let me back to class without a note from a therapist;
I cannot begin to imagine What comes within this baggage Friendship! What a slippy, messy slope?!! A non-romantic relationship Where two hearts begin to elope
Here we come, a busy people trotting to and fro. You’d never guess; we hardly let it show. In fact, I say, neither would they. They can’t tell, themselves. We’re blind and dumb,
Enter head on, in your binding. So called companionship, misinterprets For; contract. For it will be a "duty" and "privilege".
Gay. G. A. Y. G as in "God hates you." A as in "abomination." Y as in "Why haven't you killed yourself yet?" "There's nothing to be afraid of!" they say "It doesn't matter that you're gay."
Where am I? The question we always ask. Trapped in a box wearing just a gas mask. Let me out. I can barely breathe. I want to be me, but you don’t fucking agree?
I am the same inside.
In the short lapse between life and death, an individual is taught by society who to love and how to act. It angers me that so many people follow what they are told.
You hear it all the time The cliched, "There are only two types of people in the world..." But the world is more than just black and white
Gay, to straight, to something in between Whatever you are you, i am on your team. Girl, boy, however you identify yourself I will treat you how I treat everybody else. Full of respect and never judging you
Straight girl walks in a crooked line Straight to hell, ignoring the signs. Nothing is straight under pressure, Living under a forever broken spine. Straight talk isn't so straight anymore,
I will be whoever the fuck I want. Let me repeat that. I, Faith Rider, will be, whoever, whatever, the fuck I want. Everyone is putting themselves in boxes, "I'm straight!." "I'm Gay!" "I'm Bi!"
My eyes are green My makeup is black My hair is blonde And my thoughts are back ………………………… My soul is blue
Compassion is something you have naught of, Though you are not without ambition. What is sought is difficult to find alone, Wisdom is more easily gained together.
And just like that I became the snake to your apple. However, you can’t deny the inherent curiosity you had swimming in you. Not a tadpole, but a Kraken inside your blackened multitudinous seas.
I have a voice; Strong and loud. Can make people listen, People in the crowd. I know right from wrong; I'm not sitting in a cloud. I'll scream till you hear me; Scream really loud!
Everyone Has Their Story, So Here's Mine...
I can't sing but the way you make my heart feel is wonderful and I cant dance but the way you make my body feel is beautiful but you can't run your hands through my hair with your fingers